A Day in the Life of Jack Massenhoven

By Therianthropologist Dave

Jack Massenhoven trotted along the beach effortlessly.� Considering that he was over seventeen feet tall, top of head to his front fore-hooves, and his barrel was five feet wide; he was graceful as all hell.� At least Corinne Meadowlark had told him so.

Jack doubted it.� He was a giant centaur � sort of.� How could twenty-nine tons of flesh, no matter how muscular, be at all graceful?� Granted, he was strong as steel, and lean as a spring � but graceful?� Especially with his overly baroque undercarriage?� No way!

He twisted his powerful bull-neck to look backward over himself.� He considered the mass of brown chestnut-haired, heaving muscles for a moment, and frowned.� Maybe he was more bull than stallion.� Frankly, the last five years had started with major screw-ups as far as this, his body, was concerned.

The first turned out to be that you couldn't genetically engineer a giant centaur that was really mobile � at least one with only four legs.� So Jack had ended up with eight legs.�� Their roots lengthened his body more than half-again.� And they increased his mass by at least that much.�� There were the four legs in front � each with their own enormous shoulders.� There were four in back on two titanic butts.� The quick change in design had been an emergency modification.� So there had been � side effects.� Jack also had four hugely thewed arms, one pair behind the other on a much-deepened human chest.� At least the extra two arms weren't the worst of it � and they did come in rather useful at times.

Granted, H&M Enterprises Incorporated had succeeded beyond everyone's wildest dreams.� Everyone had benefited.� Especially Ms. Meadowlark.� The fabulously wealthy woman rode on Jack's back, crossways.� Cee's torso was upright.� Behind and to the right of his, her upper body was draped in an ample, loose, deep blue terrycloth bathrobe.� Her left hand rested on the top of his right rear human shoulder, with her left foreleg doubled under her own lower torso, and nestled in the valley created by the mountains of Jack's first and second foreleg shoulders.� Her right foreleg dangled over his sloped side.� Her rump was canted sideways, so that her lower back faced forward, in the direction of travel.� Corinne's hind legs and her udder lay upon the broad plain of Jack's monster equine back.� If she'd been human, Jack supposed that she'd be riding sidesaddle.

He tried to trot as smoothly as he could, for her sake.� She was weaning her two daughters � their two daughters � and her human breasts had not caught on to that fact yet.� Any jolt Jack made was uncomfortable for the woman-mare � and a major misstep was painful to both of her heavy breasts.

Behind Corinne Jack carried Anna and William James.� Both William and Anna had fourteen long arms each.� That made them ideal for their duties.

Anna faced backwards, back against Cee's lower chest.� Her hands grasped the centauress in many places, and the centauress, in turn, twitched her tail over the girl's head, chest and belly. Anna was Cee's personal groom, for want of a better term.� A centauress with hair, tail, breasts and udders like Corinne Meadowlark, and regardless of her unusual physical flexibility, needed a groom, and she loved Anna's personal touch.

William crouched above Jack's croup and faced forward.� He was Cee's personal secretary.� His arms were stronger than Anna's, and he carried much of the party's luggage.� He was Anna's husband and male lover.

Donna and Delilah trotted on either side of Jack.� The young children were well grown.� Their willow-slender bodies were sprouting rapidly.� Even at just four years old, each fraternal twin was taller than her mother's seven-feet-two-and-a-half inches.� Donna was the blond and Delilah the redhead.� Both wore terrycloth robe-tops like their mother � light blue and green, respectively.� They seemed to be happy children.� They certainly bounced along in a carefree way today, giggling and laughing.� Their skylarking relaxed Jack.� He scrutinized them closely, and satisfied himself that his daughters' gaits were normal after the nightmare of a kidnapping, hideous maiming, a ransom and the capture of the perpetrators scarcely a year and a half ago.� Now, Jack very much felt the whole business was his second major screw up.� He just didn't want to think about that.� But Jack shuddered at the memory of that winter, a year ago.� It was still very much with him.� He shaded his eyes with his left front hand.� He scanned the horizon of the lakeshore.

It was a lovely day in June.� The breeze floated in from the lake through the saw-grass fronds.� The party had approached the public swimming area from their adjoining estate, from the North.� In the distance was a breakwater.� A marina floated in the haze beyond.� Sailboats and sailboards reached and luffed in the wind.� On the horizon, an excursion boat skimmed the waters.

Jack sighed deeply through his mouth.� The auxiliary blowholes that formed a collar about the side of his tapering neck allowed the vast quantities of air to pass through to his giant equine lungs.� Another rather disconcerting modification that happened when you tried to grow a centaur body too large, he thought.

This looks like a nice spot, he continued thinking, more to the world than to himself.� Cee agreed, overhearing his mind.� Jack lowered himself carefully.� Donna raced off towards Lake Michigan and Delilah leaped over her father and followed her sister.� For a moment Jack was concerned, then he saw that the two had spotted several girls and boys on the beach near a white tower.� These were the lifeguards hired by the local authorities for the summer.

Unlike the mythical merfolk, these young adult morphs had the upright torso of a human and nearly the full body of a powerful, elongated dolphin below the human hips.� Thus they looked more like cetacean centaurs, although they'd fore-flukes instead of front legs.� These limbs had the flexibility of a sea-lion flipper, so the group could actually get around quite nicely on land.� His two children were absolutely safe with them.

Jack's passengers climbed off his long broad equine back.� Corinne and Anna put down a huge blanket and a parasol, and William set up a chair and a small portable electronic desk.� Anna was vastly pregnant � though only with a single child.� It would be the couple's first.

Jane would be along later.� She, too, was near to term, but with quadruplets.� Jack's partner had to go slow because of the mass and bulk of her unborn babies.� They were also Jack and Jane's first.� That and though Jane was nearly as tall as the man who impregnated her, and wider in the hips (!), she had the willowy build of Corinne's daughters.� His girlfriend and Anna had made bets on which of the two would give birth first.

Jack leaned his right two hands against his front upper equine shoulder as he sat flank to the beach.� He regarded Corinne and her small retinue.

Corinne was staring back at him.

You are beautiful, sitting there, she thought to him.� Her long forward antennae quivered.� These tendrils grew from just above her hairline, and were prehensile things that enabled her to read the thoughts of those similarly equipped.� His hairless torso emerged and swelled with hard muscles and bulk from an enormous base of smoldering animal.� She sent that image to him.� The torso ended in a tapered neck, and a smooth-featured head with a very boyish looking man's open face.� Eyes opened wide with innocent surprise.

Jack's antennae quivered in response.� He must have sent her a picture of herself through his eyes, for suddenly she blushed.

Jack caught himself � Corinne is flirting with me! he thought recklessly.� That's wonderful.� It had been years � she'd been so involved in the raising of her daughters.� Their daughters.� And then, the kidnapping had completely drained her for a year.� Perhaps now she was recovering a little �

In the last few years, since the birth of the twins, Cee had tended towards dark clothing for her upper body, as her breasts leaked milk.� The stains showed less that way.� The dark blue robe for her top set off her palomino body and blonde hair well.� It was almost a formal look � an aristocratic look.

The upper parts of her breasts pushed aside the cloth � most fetchingly, Jack thought.� The fat under her breasts' skin was slowly filling in � and finally her udder was beginning to win the tug-of-war as her breasts dried up, though these were still much heavier than when Jack met her after her transformation into a centauress.� Now Cee was beginning to behave like she did � when she met him � on another beach � more than five years ago.

Cici tightened her cloth belt.� Jack always held his breath when she did that � he couldn't help but think that some day that move would cut her in half.� Her almost nonexistent human waist was scarcely one-sixth the circumference of her firmly held breasts, and Cee knew it drove Jack wild.� She stood and walked slowly towards Jack's front.� When she came into his reach, Jack bent towards her, seized her entire body, horsey part and all, with all four of his enormous arms.

Almost in one movement, Jack thrashed his tail.� Despite the fact that he'd rested on his equine chest just a second ago, his enormous human torso nearly horizontal, he was now reared up on his four hind-legs.� Corinne squealed as she suddenly found herself four stories in the air.� Jack's left antenna touched one of hers, and he saw her staring at his left back arm.� She was admiring how its sinews and enormous fingers cupped her left foreleg.� The acceleration of his rise pushed her torso between her own legs and Cee braced her hands against her fore-knees.� Her hair flew all about, and her tail trailed her butt like a plume.

Cee chirruped, and laughed.� Her breasts swung about as the movement burst them loose from their terrycloth constraint.� Her white four-teated udder woggled under her sleekly tucked palomino body.� That entire body twitched in the momentary sensation of weightlessness.� Both sets of mammary glands showed the imprint of the strained seine-nets that kept them from flopping without any control at all.� Jack had tossed her high into the air.

"Jack!" came Jane's voice as the huge stallion caught his nearest lover.� "JACK!"

Jack turned his bull-neck sheepishly.� Jane had finally caught up with the group.� She was still fifty yards away; and she was walking as fast as she could:� slowly, showing extreme discomfort.� There was no chance for Jack to lift his wife of six years the way he had Corinne, despite the half-ton weight of the palomino centauress.� The brunette Jane had a slender body, both human � and eight legged equine.� She was nearly as tall as Jack � the top of her head came to his nose.� And despite her willowy stance, her black-haired lower body weighed many tons.�� And she had the same limb-count as Jack, though her arms and human torso were lanky and slender.� Jane carried her four human breasts easily on her tall broad chest.� They would each have filled two HH bras; but she was wearing nothing at the moment � going around half nude was the current beach style.� Her human chest was not deep; though her equine one was.� Behind the ribbed muscles, the rippling, throbbing bulges of her quadruple pregnancy pushed out her once comparatively tiny equine belly to gross dimensions and added tons more to her weight.� Jack saw one of her four unborn babies kick again.� Two weather-balloon sized prolate ellipsoids strained her frame on her left flank; two on her right.� Sonograms had told the world she was carrying two girls and two boys.

After two years of this, Jack found it quite understandable why Jane was � irritable.� The thin woman's nipples were prodigiously swollen, and were dripping milk even as he watched her approach with a pained, screwed-up expression on her mouth.� A false step and she winced.� Her two sets of goat-like udders depended, one each, from her two well-separated hindquarters, forward and rear.� Jack noted the four teated, room-sized udders heave and bungee to ten feet down, to the hocks of her four three-toed hind legs.� The veins on the hairless bags were nearly the size of garden hoses.� The nipples extruding from those cisterns, too, were leaking milk.� He honestly hoped she'd give birth � and soon!� He'd quietly resolved that she'd never have another set of offspring by him, even if she asked.� If another pregnancy was going to be this sort of problem to her physical comfort � well, he decided that he'd never put her to such an inconvenience again.� Not that it would be feasible for him to have intimacy with her or Corinne anymore, not since that 'other' morph he'd gotten unexpectedly four years before.

All his attention was on Jane, so Jack barely noticed Arisia walking behind Jane with Freddie.� The sixteen-year-old pest of a girl was holding hands � and several sets of clawed paws � with her draco-centaur boyfriend.� The girl's many wings sailed in the breeze, several times almost lifting her off many of her forward limbs.

"Jack, Don't do that!"� Jane said.� She put all her hands on the muscles of the pseuodhips of her black-haired withers.� "The way you do that to Cee � it is too much like dwarf-tossing!"� She scolded.

Anna approached the standing woman centaur.� She awkwardly reached up to the bottom Jane's equine chest.� Both of them were about to pop.� Just as Jack thought that thought, Jane had a stricken look on her face � and so did Anna!

"Contractions?"� Arisia asked. �Her happy-go-lucky manner changed to one of serious concern.

Neither pregnant woman said anything.� Muscles along Jane's flanks worked rhythmically.� Anna's distended belly did the same, but at a faster tempo.� Minutes passed, and Jack heard only the groaning and heavy breathing of the disparately sized women.� Then, almost simultaneously, they stopped.� Both were drenched in sweat.

"Oh, God."� Jane gasped for the air that she couldn't seem to get enough of.� Her blowholes hugely distended.� Her antennae twitched as she torqued her long slender human waist around.� "I've dropped."

Jack, in shock, peered in the direction of his larger lover's rearmost hindquarters.� No, she didn't mean she'd given birth already � the space between them and the first pair of rumps had swollen tremendously.� They'd pushed down both udders so they nearly touched the ground.� In fact, Jane winced as she tried to tighten the overtaxed muscles of her internal udder brassieres.� One of her babies' bulges had indeed pushed back between her first and second hindquarters.

And Anna's belly sagged to her knees.� "Me � too."� William surrounded her with his hands, trying to comfort her.� "William, Jack � we need to be near the hospital.� The way the contractions are increasing �"

"I think I can walk there."� Jane said.� Her voice was extremely uncertain.

"I don't think I can." Anna gasped again.� The baby inside her had visibly twitched.� Jack swore it was going to be almost as big as Anna was when it was born.� Cee giggled.� Jack glared at her.� The perfectly proportioned centauress had been standing quietly.

"Don't laugh!" Jane snarled at Corinne.� "You were horrible when you had your two!"

Corinne laughed again.� "Look, I'll stay with the children here at the beach."� She said that to mollify her female lover and rival for Jack's attentions.

Jane's attitude changed miraculously.� She smiled at Cee, despite her discomfort and complaint just seconds before.

Jack wondered.� He had always been uncomfortable with this menage-a-trois � and he never could figure out whether the two were more into each other than into him.

You're jealous! a voice laughed in his head.� He didn't know if the voice was Jane's, Corinne's, or his own.

Corinne had telemented one of the H&M bodyguards.� The uniform she wore was a stiff saffron blouse, complete with a stylized neckerchief.� Diana was one of the many hunter-jumper centauress-Amazon coursers.� She'd been employed four years ago by H&M in trade for the morph.� She came quickly with her semi-automatic rifle in a withers-boot holster.� Diana was one of the most-trusted of the Corporation's minions.� Jack regarded her as she arrived, sprinting to the group's presence.� It was a lovely morph � clean muscled, lean and tucked.� She was sizey abeam, especially at the equine shoulders.� It emphasized her feminine shape.� Diana's blazing hair and red bay lower body was like a cross between a horse, cheetah and greyhound.� Jack also knew that the big hard-bodied woman-horse � she stood nearly nine feet tall � by all accounts was incredibly good at sex.� She appraised him, and rolled her green eyes humorously at the obvious impossibility.� Diana was one of Arie's favorites.� He said it was those green eyes.� Jack shrugged to himself.� But then, that boy had a lot of favorites.

"Diana," Corinne said, beginning her instructions, "Anna, William, Jane and Jack are going into town.� Call the hospital and make sure they know the group is arriving.� I don't want them to make any fuss; just so they know to expect them."

"Yes, ma'am," Diana responded.� "Are we to stay with you?"

"Yes.� And the children."

Jack had already lowered himself to the ground.� This was tricky for him, though he accomplished it with the aplomb that belied early painful miscues.� Now Jack gave the 14-armed woman two of his hands, which Anna took in six of hers.� William solicitously helped Anna climb up to the top of Jack's lower back, so she didn't bobble her belly and lose her balance.� The easiest way into the middle of town for a Brobdignagian centaur was along the beach.

When they neared the shore, Donna and Delilah ran up to Jack.� "Can we help Vanessa?" they both shouted in near unison.

Jack smiled and sighed.� He spied out the cetacean mermaid.� Head end extended just out of the water.� Elbows rested in the wet sand.� A perfect oriental face talked to her peers with animation, framed by enormous boxy earrings.� She chewed a huge plug of bubble-gum.� Earrings and bubble-gum destroys utterly any glamour the kid might have. Jack thought.� Black hair trailed beside her into the water in a monster queue.� Human torso fitted into a banana-yellow halter top.� Fore flippers that grew out behind where her hips would have been.� They splayed out across the beach some four meters on either side of a slender lower body.� Above her a dorsal fin soared into the sky, the last few decimeters of its height flopped over and riffled in the breeze.� The cetacean thorax and tail below she had fitted with an impossibly long sheath of Gortex wetsuit tube.� Black and white piping on that same horrible banana yellow color as her top.

As the party arrived, the mer-girl spoke to Arisia.� The cetacean mermaid righted herself to a centaur's posture, pushing her fore-flippers ahead to support it.� Vanessa brushed sand off her front.� She looked longingly out at the breakwater pier.� It was an enormous concrete structure.� Vanessa Chang was too flaky and too immobile on land to be a baby-sitter.� She had the longest tail of any mer-morph Jack had ever seen.� Well into the fresh water of the lake, implausibly large, clumsy flukes appeared and spread out over the surface forming double-ogive lily pads.� Some distance even further out, an identical pair of the improbably delicate black-velvet tail flippers repeated, to make a third and fourth lily pad.� To one side were three of the older more practically proportioned lifeguard mers � a seventeen year old boy, eighteen year-old young woman and twenty-year-old young man at the moment.� At fifteen Vanessa was too young do anything serious with anyone, and everyone knew it.� But she loved the attention her awkward body gave her.� Arisia and Nessie were best friends.

"Ask your mother," Jack said indulgently of his impatiently waiting daughters.

"Yes, you can help Arisia and Fred take Nessie up to the breakwater to sun herself," Corinne said.� She nodded to Diana, who signaled a number of her assistants � young centauress-amazons like her � to help the two chimeras with the over-sparred mermaid.

Vanessa worked hard to get more of herself out of the water.� Jack watched as the two four-year-olds, giggling and splashing in the wavelets, were more in the way than of help.� Donna stepped on one of Vanessa's large supernumerary leg-flippers.� Five meters behind her front, the fluke was half buried in the water and sand.� The zebrataur black woman in the security detail smiled when Donna got dumped with a yelp and more giggles.� Kausi righted Cee's daughter.

"I don't think we're going to be much help here," Jane smiled at Jack.

Be sure to get me some chocolate, Cee telemented to them all as she found t-shirts to replace Donna and Delilah's drenched half-robes.� She winked at Jack, and told William her particulars.� She wanted A LOT of chocolate.� The size of the request puzzled Jack.

Jack wandered into town with William and Anna perched on his back and Jane at his flank.� Both women were obviously uncomfortable, and Jack kept his pace very slow.� Walking along the shore they kept clear of overhead wires.� It WAS an issue, of course, and Jack appreciated his decision even more.� From time to time Jane would rest, leaning her lower body against his.� What had always freaked Jack out was that despite the enormous sheet of skin and hair that covered his body, he could sense every square millimeter, and distinguish every hair.� So could Jane � they'd written sweet nothings on each other's butts while they'd been growing into their present state (before the antennas had become the new communication rage among intimates).� It was surprising how tiny they could scribe with a stylus before they could not recognize what the other was saying.

Right now � well, Jane's distended belly and rumps rather � stimulated him.� Not the thing to happen on a beach getting more and more crowded as the day went along.� Young men with perfect bodies, women with exaggerated hourglass figures, all with youthful hard bodies of iron and silk, respectively.� William leered at the sight of a curvaceous woman with thews on thighs and arms that bulged as she walked.

Look at the hips on that woman, Jack, William telemented a whisper.� She could mother a centaur with hips like those! � and I've seen tiny girls with a waist bigger than hers.

Jack considered.� The bronzed woman was at least six feet tall with a wasp-shaped build.� Nowhere near as extreme as Corinne; but she did have breasts she couldn't cradle, despite her long arms and the enormous basal area her bodybuilder's chest provided.� Such dimensions in young women were still relatively rare � scarcely a fifth of that cohort sported them.

But you wouldn't know it from surveying this beach, Jack thought as he pivoted his torso to look about himself.

Many folk were laying out blankets and coolers, preparing for a day in the sun � to watch or be watched. There was a trade-off � and about half of the women on the beach � though very large up top � weren't so voluminous as this woman.

After all, breasts could only be so large before they hampered athletic activities.� They passed four smaller-breasted women playing beach volleyball with their boyfriends.� Jack recognized that these women bore the standard H&M "DD-cup" morphs, perfectly shaped and made firm by their built-in Bio-bra� ligament networks.

The boys on the beach sported enormous codpieces projecting from their shorts.� Jack smiled.� It was ironic that morphing had actually started the escalation in the male contest for sexual selection more profoundly than for women.� The smallest supporter he saw � on a six foot eight-inch hunk of a man � would have been considered laughable pretense a decade ago.� Jack suspected that the largest codpiece, on a wiry sixteen-year-old boy, was a couple sizes too small.�� The young man kept trying to adjust the uncomfortable, overstuffed prominence.

Anna feebly beat William about his many shoulders for his playful gaping at the girls.� Jack, being a breast man himself, sympathized with William.� Anna shouldn't worry � with all her arms and enormous milk-filled breasts � she was a more than a match for any of the females in sight.� In fact, excepting the prodigious Corinne, Anna was the largest breasted female Jack knew of, even with the substantial and continuing increase in the norm that had been going on in the last few years.

Jack also knew Anna's pregnancy was wearing on Anna as much as Jane's was on Jane.� Jane herself, who walked beside him, carried four breasts easily on her giant human ribcage.� Each was of the same absolute size as the woman's who receded behind them.� Jack marveled at how things of that number would look small on her.� But then, if she'd still had two-legged form, Jane would be eight feet tall if she were an inch.� Jane knew Jack's taste, and knew her endowments made her damned attractive to him.� She saw him glancing her way.� Mouth closed, she giggled to him mentally through her antenna (which quivered), and arched her human back, lofting her large thorax on a slender stalk of a waist.� She cupped her distended aureoles with her four hands.

Damn.� He forgot that Jane could read his mind just as easily as Cee could.� He clenched his withers with his four arms, and fought down multiple arousals.� He gritted his teeth.� It had been three days since he'd relieved himself sexually.� He didn't know how he'd managed it so far.� He certainly didn't want to get uncoiled here.� Such an event would have delayed them � well, the women might as well have their babies right here on the beach if that happened.

They approached the town's main street, which ran perpendicular, almost into the Lake.� The harbor breakwaters and piers kept the shoreline from shifting here.� The hospital was several blocks inland.

The two mammoth eight-legged centaurs made a left turn and walked down the middle of the street.� Life was just starting to pick up at the noon hour.� There were a few stares, of course.� Some of the older folks just shook their heads.� Mostly, the half-naked bodies of folks under thirty � or those who looked like they were � paroled about the sidewalks, most gravitating towards the beach.� They just ignored the group.� Unusually morphed folk from the H&M Enterprise estate had been a common sight for years.� The kids would ask:� so what was the problem?

Twice, the rapid high-pitched clip-clip of a smaller centauress heading in the opposite direction could be heard in contrast to Jane and Jack's ponderous pounding of the pavement.� Many triads of crescent shaped ruts appeared behind them, grooved in the heating asphalt of the street.� Jack winced a little as he looked back over the mountains of his hindquarters.� A battalion of old M1A1 Abrams tanks would do less damage.� They'd end up paying for road maintenance, of course.� Being billionaires meant you never had to actually say 'sorry.'

Jane gasped as they approached the hospital park.� "� no telling when either of us have another series of contractions," she was telementing when the muscle spasms hit both gravid women.

Jack went to Jane's flank.� No telling whether those would be the ones preliminary to labor, Jack realized.� Or how long labor would last � Corinne's lasted just a few hours, but she was not Jane's size.

After recovering, Jane shakily told Jack that she'd rest with Anna in the grounds next to the hospital.� The thick, manicured grass did look inviting to set upon.� Anna would tend her � or maybe vice-versa, as Anna looked as uncertain about her maternal status as Jane did!� Jack lowered himself couchant on the grass of the park, carefully.� William, ever the gallant, helped Anna down Jack's flank.

Jane lowered herself even more carefully on the secluded ground.� Her vast udders needed to be milked and got in the way.� Her tail, long and strong as it was, helped not at all.� The outsized weather-balloons that were her swollen uteri distended well beyond the frame of her two pair of eight-foot-wide hips.� They had to be tended with great care as she lowered herself.� The maneuver exhausted her.� "We'll radio-telement the hospital when we go into labor.� Jack!� William!"� Her breathing was very heavy, and she wasn't in the mood to be polite.� "Now � you two idiots go get Cee some chocolate or something � scram!"

The two males, thus liberated as without further use, slouched off towards the business district of the resort town, William again mounted on Jack's back.

Just as they were leaving the park area, William spotted a young man walking on the sidewalk with a rather painful limp.� Four large gunnysacks were placed about him.� He was half-naked, and wore loose blue denims.

Jack noticed from the way the boy's belt was drawn; the jeans were a couple of sizes too large for him.� Judging from the glasses and scrawny frame � and how he was attached to those packed gunnysacks � the kid was a classic nerd.� Palest of skin � Jack wondered how long it had been since the kid had been out of doors.

"I think I know that fellow," William said to Jack.� "He's Judge Cross' boy, yes!"� William frowned.� "I haven't seen him in six months."

"Hey, guy!" William called down from Jack's back.� To Jack he minded, Robert�s his name.

The boy turned to face the pair.� His eyes opened wide behind those glasses.� The roots of his four antennas � each as thick around as his arm � wriggled stiffly and pulled his head away to one side of his shoulders.� Jack had heard about them, but had never seen a radio-internet nerd.

"Ah � h-hi!"� The boy was nervous.

"Want a lift, Robert?" Jack said in as gentle a voice as he could manage.� It still came out rumbling.� He stood quietly.� It always startled him as to how intimidating his body was.� His lower foreleg weighed more than the boy did, duffle bags of antenna and all.� Jack looked for a soft place to set couchant.

"Sh-shure!"

William sprang to the ground.� "Let me haul you up?"

"Where do you want to go?"� Jack said.

I was going to the August Moon, the boy telemented as he hauled one of the bags towards the wall of Jack's lowered flank.� He sent a picture of it.� Jack knew the place.� It was a shop owned by �migr�s from Okinawa, Japan. �He blushed.� "Sorry.� My sister and her girlfriends are at the Teahouse.� I am not used to talking aloud."

"You've come from your house?"� Jack asked.� That was quite a distance to this corner.� But Robert still had quite a ways to go.

"First thing this morning."

"Playing hop-scotch all the way," William grinned.� Those bags were too heavy for the boy to carry more than one or two at a time.

The boy made a dark look at William.� He said nothing.

"So what dragged you away from your room, Robert?" William asked as Jack worked his eight legs to a standing position.

"Rhonda!"� Robert gasped.� "I'll kill her for what she did to me!"� He indicated the inside of his thighs to Jack, who had torqued about his torso to look at his passenger.

"Rhonda is a nice dish," William said obliviously.� "So what did she do?� Put peanut-butter on your antennas?"

William hadn't looked, but Jack recognized the morph through the denim � apparently the other morph Robert had undergone, and from Robert's complaint, within the last month.� Tetraphally � and on a grand scale.� "That's an extremely expensive morph.� Nighthawk?"� He asked, suddenly a little queasy himself.

"Yes.� How did you know?"� Robert shifted his left leg, displaying the two garden hose shapes down to the inside of his ankle.� "Won't fit in those tiny supporters they make."� He sounded disgusted.

"Got one from them five years ago � before I became this."� Jack reached out and patted the top of his working front left feral shoulder.� "H&M bought them out on my recommendation."� Jack glimpsed two more tubes running down the inside of Robert's right leg as well.� He turned his torso around and paid attention to his ground-gobbling walk.

Dead silence.

"They can be sensitive.� You might try wrapping them around your waist.� Your sister got this second morph for you?"

"Yes."� Sour voice.� "Said she spent her entire savings on it."

"Good for her!"� William laughed.� Rhonda told me she has been worried sick about her little brother. William sent an image of a tall young sun-drenched blonde woman with her brows furled in concern.� That was obviously intended for Jack's antennae alone.

Robert tugged at Jack's rear shoulder.� When Jack glanced back he saw a warning look on Robert's face.� Robert had intercepted the private message.� Not surprising, when the boy had antennae like those.

Jack considered.� The extreme ryenet morph, with the multiple, branched antennae, had been attractive to a number of the nerdy kids.� You could do anything in your mind on the net � talk, listen to music, watch what your hundreds of friends watched, even feel, taste and smell.� You didn't have to show yourself � in fact, pictures of yourself were taboo in many circles.� It was great for kids with a poor self-image.� Like Robert � and if William (known around some quarters as "William-the-Conqueror") was acquainted with his older sister � well, Jack sensed that the skinny boy did have an inferiority complex.� William evidently knew every beautiful and available woman worth getting his many hands on.� Regardless of his relationship with Anna.� William had better watch himself.

The tricky side of a major ryenet morph was � well � the more the individual stayed in contact with their fellow geeks, the larger and more unhandy the antennae grew.� Robert was well into the ryenet � though not as hooked by it as others were.� He'd been told it was habit-forming � maybe even addictive.

Jack sighed.� Three years before, a girl had died of a heart attack in Houston because her pulmonary system could not keep up with her grotesquely overgrown antennas.� H&M hadn't been a purveyor of this morph; but he'd heard that there'd been design modifications after that failure.� The bases of Robert's antennae flared thick for a couple of reasons � the sheer size, yes; but also each had its own built-in cardiovascular system.� They swelled and shrank steadily, complete with snaky ribcages.� Today there was no limit as to how large such a set of organs might grow.� H&M wouldn't sell them � except as an 'accessory' to one of their other morphs.� As it was, the morph was still very expensive � only about one out of ten folks had radio-telementy antennae of any kind.

Young women were more suspect to the radio-internet addiction than boys like Robert.� Nevertheless, Robert had grown them to the edge of not being able to move himself about in just half a year.� Rhonda didn't like that � and her counter was to endow her little brother with an unholy sex-drive and the equipment to alleviate his needs.� Legally, it was an assault; but Jack would not have been surprised if she'd gotten the okay from her father.

"Have you ever gotten those things aroused?"� William asked.� He sounded just a little envious.

Robert ignored him.

Jack grinned.� William was as much a stud as anyone with two legs.� But he'd never seen a Nighthawk Stallion Morph � other than Jack's.� And never disproportionate quadruples such as on this skinny kid.� Jack faintly wondered what his sister Rhonda was up too.

Jack walked on through town, making a turn off the main street, ducking a few overhead power lines.� His lower belly, between his hindquarters, was getting uncomfortably full.

"Here we are � " William said.� "The Teahouse of the August Moon," he read off the sign.� "Say, it looks like they sell chocolate here, as well as tea and coffee.� Convenient.� There's a green space next to it � very deep, with just a few tables and chairs behind hedges.� No one outside right now."

"Too early in the day?"� Robert said as much as asked.

"Yes."� Jack acknowledged William's comments.� "It's room enough for my needs � and a curb gutter and grate out front.� Strategically located right next to the hedge."� Jack felt somewhat relieved.� His eight kidneys weren't overactive; but he couldn't avoid it a couple times a day.� Hell when you couldn't fit inside a bathroom anymore.

"Oh, jeez, Jack!"� William sounded a bit disgusted.� "You need to piss?"

"Four full bladders.� Yep.� I think it can be done discreetly, here."� Jack lowered himself gingerly to deposit his passengers on the grass, and then stood up again.

I don't need to watch this, William telemented.� He hastened to the steps of the front door of the establishment.

Jack waited for William walk under his belly.�� Then the doubly limbed centaur walked forward to the front of the enclosed area.� With some concentration he loosened the muscles at the ends of the four sheaths that ran almost to between his front legs.� A monumental twitch of his front and the ends of his four penises dropped to the ground.� He looked back, noting that Robert was staring at what was underneath his belly.� Jack watched himself slowly back up, feeling the fire-hose coils that stretched his sheaths pay out their lengths.

Some twenty or twenty-five mincing steps later, Jack stopped near the back of the long narrow tea garden.� Plenty of slack.� Might as well relax everything, he thought to himself.� He dropped his four scrota to the ground.� Each done gently, ponderously, like a crane operator with a grand piano being moved out the window of a third-floor apartment.

Only then did he lower himself.

Robert had gasped and stared, riveted.� Jack was mildly amused at the boy's reaction.

"How �"

"Did I get these?" Jack completed the sentence.

"Yeah �"

"You're not bi, are you?"

"No � but looking at those, maybe I ought think about it �"

Jack laughed.� "A 'gift' from my dear friends Corinne Meadowlark and Jane Baum.� And, yes, it is hell to do anything through them, that's for sure.� At least the foreskins turned into a set of grasping tentacles on the end of each one."� Jack worked the ends out towards the street gutter, through the hedge, more than fifty feet away from his forequarters.

"Sensitive?"� Robert looked queasy.� He mumbled something like "And I thought mine were unmanageable �"

"Yes, very.� They developed just after I got Jane pregnant.� I still don't know what they were up to � maybe they just didn't want me to bother them anymore � or they didn't want me to have intimacies with another woman.� It's effective." Jack thought over his discomfort.� "I'd have to seduce four women at a time � probably someone like Nessie Alvares � each the size of a small whale.� Then they'd have to be in another state when we made it.� I'd need a surrogate for each of them.� Yes, no chance for intimacies at all!� Why they decided on � well, Cee is definitely bi � and size is her thing."� Jack shrugged helplessly.

"Your lovers did this to you?" Robert pointed to the inside of his legs.� "This � size � I had wet-dreams when I was thirteen years old � of being this size.� Then it became a reality � in quadruplicate.� But it is so awkward �� I can't even get myself off properly."� He almost sobbed.

"Neither can I, Robert.� I have to have a lot of help."� Jack spoke distractedly now, almost in a nonsequitur:� "Nighthawk has the muscular tentacled foreskins on all penis extension morphs."� Jack was concentrating on working his four fleshy fire-hoses underneath the hedge.

"I know. They're on mine, too � smaller."� Robert goggled and shifted himself.� "I didn't realize they came just with that brand."

"Absolutely necessary for a weapon that has a business end you can't reach with your hands.� Eh!� There �"� Jack had made it through to the curb, and he released the sphincters on his four bladders.� It was a major relief to start the flood.

"You look like you've just died and gone to heaven," Robert said.

William, who had just come out of the store, grinned.� "Your sister and her girlfriends are inside.� You might want to see them, Robert?"

Jack was still urinating.� "Who are they, William?"

"Tarith Lee, Macy Rosen, several others � oh, and the Davidson sisters."� William smiled and winked at Robert.� Robert looked blank.

"Come on, Robert.� I'll help you with these antenna bags of yours.� Jack �"� He tossed a large package to the monster centaur with three of his arms.� "Here's Cee's chocolate."� This will be a couple of hours.� He winked.� Ethey Deeyay Istersay antway otay� ayalay Obbiray. William mented to Jack in a corrupted pig latin.

Jack tried to keep a straight face.

Robert sighed as he carried one bag of antennas, and William carried the other three with nine of his arms.� That didn't bother Jack � William's polybrachic morph also made his slender arms spider-strong.

The Davidson name sounded familiar to Jack.� Customers?� He searched his memory.� He remembered Arisia talking about them.� Oh, yes!� The Davidson sisters were identical quadruplets.� Tiny creatures. �Three years earlier they'd decided to take a small 'house centaur' morph.� They'd be nineteen now.� So Robert was seventeen.

An image smashed into his brain.� Ugh!� That was a shock � oh!� Ah!�� Robert was sending him his experiences.� In fact, he was so close and his transmissions so strong that Jack couldn't shut them out even if he wanted to.� This was fascinating � he felt, heard, touched, smelled and probably tasted � yes, tasted the blood in Robert's mouth as he bit his lip.� 'Out of sight' was certainly NOT 'out of mind' in this case!

Jack was an involuntary voyeur.� It was dark, with warm tones from the incandescent lights.� The shades of the room were drawn.� The women had hired the place as a 'club-room,' Robert had said to William.� The rakehell leaned back over the ersatz fireplace mantle of the room, resting as many of his fourteen arms as he could.� He heard Rhonda introduce each of the young women to Robert.� There were a half dozen, so far.� Black, white, blondes, brunettes, redheads � all of them stylishly slender, with athletic H&M brand DD-cup breasts underneath light silk blouses.� Four of them, including Rhonda, each had long nude prehensile tail extruding out of an open loop in the back of their blue jeans.� " � and the Davidson sisters � Cassiopeia.� Clarisse.� Constance.� Candace."

Jack blinked.� Arisia Heilersma, who ran the specialty customer morphing at H&M, had outdone herself.� These fillies stood about two meters tall and could easily maneuver themselves through even the most problematic passageways and corridors.� Strong, flexible as cats, their morphs had come out sweetly.� They were look-alikes.� Identical, William mentioned?� Platinum blonde, blue eyes, soft white body hair.� Lovely manes, full tails with hair color the same as the head.� An alluring scent �

Jack saw dozens of telemental leaves of each antenna wriggle out of the bags.� Like the tentacles of a clinging vine, Robert's animated ropes of flesh insinuated themselves everywhere in the room.� Just barely avoiding the touch of the young women in the room.� Robert was getting aroused.

Out of the pants, Robert!� Kid, you can't get stiff in your pants, or you'll wreck yourself!

The flood of emotion coming the other way drowned out Jack�s urgent message.� The heavenly centaur girls smiled � they were already working on his breeches, though.� As Jack imagined, the girls were going to have fun seducing this shy, awkward boy.

Rhonda and the other girls started to pull more of Robert's antennas out of their bags.� The boy's transmissions became frantic.� So intense that Jack passed out.

"You are okay?"� William said.

Jack walked several paces before answering.� "Yes.� I think."

"You are sure?� You must have been out for hours.� Sorry, I didn't notice until afterwards.� Heh!� Wait'll the girls hear they've had their session with Robby broadcast to the world."

Jack had recovered his senses only after Robert had left the vicinity of the Teahouse.� Fortunately, Jack's body had not behaved in a sympathetic manner to the broadcaster.

"He took all four?"

"Yes.� All at once � with the help of his sister's friends.� Until he laid his antenna leaves on their foreheads, it was more like the other girls were doing the Davidson�s up, not the boy.� He put them all into a sensory feedback loop.� Nearly killed himself and everyone else.� I broke it up when I saw what was happening."

"Nice to have a responsible older person around."� It was hard to think of William as either responsible or old.� "They carried him off?"

"Yep.� Just to cuddle with out on South Beach Park.� One antenna per filly.� They were quarrelling over who would carry his body.

"Say, now I know why Cee and Jane love your impossible dimensions!"� William teased.

Jack ignored him.� The hospital grounds had just come into sight.� "And Rhonda is much relieved, I suppose?"

"Talking about the women of our life �� William ignored Jack. He shaded his eyes from the afternoon sunlight, staring off into the distance.� "I think we are fathers �"

Yes!� Jack saw the prancing and gallivanting now.� Four there � he reached out to them.

Papa!� Two tiny girls' and two tiny boys' mental voices reached back to him.� They all rushed off towards their father.� Jane followed awkwardly.

Two hours old, Jack.

They were doing fine.� Already telementing, he commented to Jane as the four mentally shouted their names to him.� The big eight-legged children surrounded him and hugged his legs with four arms each.�� Short tails and fragile antenna flipped and swayed.� Jane looked both happy and distracted.� Anna chased Jane � her boy was on Jane's back!

The infant boy looked at William.� He cooed and smiled when he saw his father.� Both physically and mentally, William's son was far less developed than Jack's kids; but then Anna's pregnancy had been much shorter.� Aaron was still much more developed than a normal human baby.� William stared back at his son.� The baby had a full head of strawberry blonde hair.� Fourteen arms � seventy pink fingers � and six wings � on the baby's first torso.� The v-shaped waist of the first torso melded naturally into a second torso's neck, with the same number of arms, hands, and fingers � and wings.� Then a third, and then a fourth and a fifth.� William ran his eyes down the tiny boy's body.� When he offered a hand to each of the little one's torso's, more than a dozen hands happily grabbed at the fingers of each.

The kid had six large velveteen bat-like wings that extended from each of the boy's hidden backs.� They wriggled and flipped and waved like the hands.� Fortunately, for both Anna � and Jane who carried her now � the boy's sharp wing-finger claws had not yet grown in.� The elbow joint of those things extended to the baby's outstretched wrists.

Then Jack heard William's What the Hell? as the father stared at the tip of the infant's long tail then again at the top of his head.� And now Jack noticed four little goat horns sticking from his hairline, two on each side.� And the tail was complete with a spaded tip.

"Anna!"� William yelled.� "ANNA!"

"I'm here, William.� Pass Aaron down, Jane."� In moments the child gave suck on Anna's heavy breast, arms waving and wings flipping, his multiple torsos slung about his mother in her many arms.

"Calm down, William.� You knew something like this might happen.� We knew about Aaron's limbs when we saw the sonograms."

"But those horns � the tail � he's going to look like the devil incarnate �� Jack had never seen William so upset � even after the couple knew the boy Anna carried was going to be decidedly � odd � at birth.

"Yes, William," Anna sighed as she nursed the boy, "they did get to him in the womb.� I wish people sometimes weren't so evil as to try to deny others what they can't have themselves.� He's healthy.� And happy.� To think that both Cee and I trusted them with our lives and our children.� Donna and Delilah cried almost constantly for six months � until their legs regenerated.� I think we've got off lightly.� Those kidnappers surely didn't!"

"I still want to strangle that Sheila Woodward!"� William was not convinced that full justice had been served to the ringleader of the security guards who had betrayed H&M.

Jack regarded the baby.� Yes, the boy was beautiful � if you liked two leggers.� Those legs certainly didn't look strong enough for the infant to be able to carry those torsos upright.� But the couple had been prepared for that for months now.� Or so they thought.� Jack couldn't blame William for his reaction; but he didn't like the dissension his emotions caused with his attractive wife.� Jack reached down and gently grabbed William by four of his arms.

"Hey!"

"He's a good-looking kid, William."� Jack said.� To his own gallivanting babies he telemented love and affection.� Satisfied, but now in hunger, they flocked back to their mother � who settled down to nurse their greedy guts.

William still looked unconvinced.� "He looks like the devil."

"Never thought of the devil with a round smiling face and strawberry blonde hair, William.� Those lovely wings with the velvet hair-color are rather elegant.� Hope he can use them to fly when he gets older.� We're going back to the estate."� Jack wanted to get William's mind off the kid.

They were out of the town now, and into the woods that bordered the H&M estate.� Jack noted to his passenger that, if he kept them until adolescence, Aaron's looks would surely be irresistible to women.� That calmed William down.� He relaxed, and doing so, fell soundly asleep on the brown ocean of Jack's back, comforted by the warm rippling waves of well-used muscles.� So he was as exhausted as I figured, Jack thought wryly about his friend's crabbiness.

"Hello, Diana," Jack looked down at the tall redheaded centauress-bodyguard who had appeared.

"Mister Massenhoven."� She pointed silently into a garden glade where Donna and Delilah were playing.

Oblivious to the new arrivals the two were picking garden flowers for a bouquet.� A monarch butterfly perched on Delilah's delicate pointed ear.� Donna paused, held out her finger.� A goldfinch landed on it, and picked a seed that the girl-filly proffered with an outstretched antenna-leaf.

"Ouch!"

The bird and butterfly flew off and both of Cee's daughters giggled.

Donna held the nipped antenna in both her hands. �She rubbed it absently.� Though only five years old, the girls had the intelligence of twelve-year-olds.� "Do you suppose Mama will have brothers and sisters?� She has been awfully quiet when we ask �"

"Oh, I hope so, I do!� Papa will only if she wants it."

Both girls sighed.

"Some brothers, I hope."

"Judith and Jenny already have brothers."

"Is this enough?"

Both girls considered � decided that yes, there were enough flowers � and then trotted their lanky bodies through the woods.

Jack, with a sleeping William still aboard, accompanied Diana to the private entrance road.� The security guard had mentally passed observation of Jack's eldest children to another agent.

"Arie giving you any trouble?"

One of the things about adult H&M centaur morphs was the reversal of physiological priorities.� Except for pregnant females, intimacy and sex were far more important than even eating.� Sometimes male centaur morphs were rather pushy.� But then, it was hard to top the female centaur for her seductive abilities.� The Davidson girls were a point �

Diana grinned.� She'd replaced her predecessor as head of household security after � "Naw.� Sweet Arie's a puppy.� Forgets he needs help to mount.� Have to get Nunki or Kausi to help � and then they want a piece of the action."� Diana was referring to the big black zebra centauresses.� "Sex feels soo good, once that beautiful boy gets started.� And if you can control ovulation, and you're immune to venereal disease � � Diana grinned again.� "I do wish he was a bit more insatiable.� Jeez � I've regained my virginity more often than not between bouts � before I became a favorite of his.� What a pain!� A hundred of us and only one of him."

Jack laughed.� "Sorry I can't help you!"

The twenty two year old centauress looked at him forlornly, thought "aloud" too damn thick and sighed.� "Don't worry, Mr. Massenhoven.� Arie and I will bingo as soon as Corinne can spare my services.� I'll make plenty of eligible boyfriends for your daughters when they grow old enough.� You bet!"� She laughed, slyly.

A truck � a full-sized van � drove up.� In the afternoon its white exterior shown as it screeched to a halt.

Diana trotted up to the side of the van.� "You are on a private drive," she informed the driver.� "Turn around."� She pulled her rifle out of the boot.� Judging from the sagging springs, the van was heavily laden.� A fertilizer bomb?

Jack noticed from a distance that the girl inside was thin and emaciated.� "I am looking for a Robert Cross."

"No one here named that.� Turn around."

"Wait a second," Jack looked at the girl.� Tangled black hair, flat-chested (and really flat-chested � not C-cup flat-chested), and pale.� And massive antennae � six of them � that spread out into the shadows of the windowless cargo van.

"Your name?" he rumbled as gently as he could from fifty feet away.

"Lisa."� She called this out in an exhausted what's-it-to-you voice.� "Lisa Stonewright."

"Diana �" He waved her over to him.

She looked up as he bent down to huddle with her.� "Yes, sir?"

"Telement Arisia or Fred � those two know the youth scene in town and like excitement.� Have them invite � ah, Rhonda Cross, and the Davidson sisters.� To dinner tonight."� He hesitated, and moved out of sight of the driver. �He telemented as softly as he could, Make sure they bring along Robert Cross.� I'm thinking we have a forlorn lover here.� Do it after the truck is gone � I'm going up ahead to the compound.

Jack thanked physics for the existence of Faraday cages � his transmissions would not pass through to Lisa's massive antennae which he suspected she had piled into the van.� As long as Donna's and his own antennae stayed out of line of sight of the driver's window �

He returned to the window of the van and knelt down.� Jack spoke into the top of the window.� "Where are you from, Lisa?"

"Chicago.� Oak Park."� The girl was weeping.� Trying to keep her emotions in control.

"How long have you been on the ryenet?"

"Three years.� All the time.� A node for almost a year."

"You are leaving quite a hole �"

"It's hell.� I can't talk, can't listen, while I'm inside this thing."

"You love Robert?� You've driven three hours on short notice �"

"Ye-yes."� She looked up sharply at Jack.� "HOW DID YOU KNOW?!"

"Miss Lisa, you are welcome to dinner here at H&M Enterprises.� We're having a zeroeth birthday party for my four new children, and the child of a good friend of mine."� Jack pointed up to the top of his back; but William was lying down, snoozing.� "I happen to know people who know where Robert is."� And cuddling him out of his mind.� Jack didn't say that, and tried to suppress the thought.� Evidently he succeeded.� "Would you like to meet Robert?� By the way, I am Jack Massenhoven.� I'm a part owner of H&M Enterprises.� This is the Corporation's World Headquarters � or 'Hindquarters' � private joke.� We do a lot of centaur morphs.� Corinne Meadowlark is a good friend of mine."

A VERY good friend of yours, Idiot Boy.

Cee was observing him � but from where Jack wasn't sure.

"Lisa Stonewright," the thin woman repeated.� She held up a toothpick arm.� Jack took it and kissed the back of her hand.� It was courtesy that shocked many of the females he met.� The girl would be very nice looking � if she would take care of herself.� "Ms. Meadowlark?� Isn't she the richest single person in the world?� She's what?� A trillionaire?"

"Yes.� 1.2 trillion dollars as of last Friday's stock market close.� Follow me, then, Lisa."� Jack trotted forward on the shoulder of the road.� He liked the exercise and pressed a bit faster than he normally would � in fact he found himself moving at a pace faster than the posted speed limit.� Lisa was actually falling behind.� Nice, law-abiding girl, this Lisa.� Cee will like her.� He thought.

Of course I do. came Cici's mental voice.

Jack let down a groggy William when he reached the main hall portal.� Already the staff � including the doctor on call � had assembled to extract Lisa from her vehicle.

Lisa did so mostly under her own power.� She was a determined woman.� She did accept the dozen gurneys to support her thick tentacles.� The stubs of her antennae were muscular enough, like pythons, for her to pull them after her as she walked.� The six elongated thoraxes showed their ribs as they panted.� Jack was disturbed to see how her antennae were not branched past the first radiative join, but ended in blunt tips.� She sported no leaves at all.

"Damn!"� He said to himself when he'd realized what had happened.� "She was in a real hurry to leave town.� She's hacked most of her antennae off!"

Yes.� Exactly.� Lisa telemented.� I shucked off ninety-nine percent of me in Chicago.� The morph heals fast.� Where IS Robert??

"Associates of H&M Enterprises are fetching him, Ms. Stonewright."� Ninety-nine percent?

"Yes." She spoke aloud, staring up at her monster-bodied host.� "H&M doesn't do these, do they?� Each antenna section of the morph is an independent body.� Has lungs, hearts, etc. � enough brain to do basic ryenet node work.� They are actually still alive � until they starve to death."� Lisa smiled, showing perfect teeth.� "Only one mouth, and one VERY efficient stomach."� The young woman patted her flat belly.

"Well, yes."� Jack spoke.� "I have that too � or else I couldn't support all this."� Despite the fact he hadn't eaten all day, he wasn't particularly hungry.

Jack was very grateful when Corinne appeared.� He formally introduced the girl to Cee.� Due to her awe of the woman's reputation, Corinne quickly took charge of Lisa's agenda.

"Let's get you into the boudoir next to the assembly hall.� Freshen you up."� She escorted Lisa with a dainty clip-clop of her hooves on the flagstones.

The birthday party would start at eight-o'clock that evening.

Shi Wing got Jack into his formal dinner dress.� He would have dispensed with it altogether; but he was a billionaire � and he did need to impress the few outside guests.� It was a specially tailored white shirt and gray suit, a size that would accommodate his huge torso, and with the requisite four sleeves.� There were, of course, no pants.� But there was a crupper and eight broad triple spats of the same material.� Jane had told him the white and gray colors set off his brown hair quite well.� Jack balked at Shi Wing's proffered tie.� Enough was enough already.� He looked at himself in the two-story mirror � his appearance was damned surrealistic.

Shi Wing's assistant � his daughter � stopped grooming his flanks and loped away in self-preservation as Jack reversed himself before the polished surface.� Yes.� Surrealistic, indeed.

Shi Wing handed up the tiara in the red velvet pouch to his back left hand, out of Jack's wife's sight.

"Time."� Jane prompted.� She'd just finished having her black hair combed out and set by her own assistants, two of which were another two of Shi Wing's daughters.� They were sizey anthrocentaurs, with enough cat flexibility and dragon strength mixed in to make them perfect for the job of handling the couple's bulk and expanse.

Jane had decided to be practical and go with jewelry only.� Her skin was always unexpectedly pale outside of the full sun.� A silver chain about the division.� A necklace around her long neck and wide sculpted clavicle, with a huge depending ruby that had cost millions, nestled between her upper breasts.� A red crupper and silver threaded red ankle bands around her eight legs.� Silver earrings, of course.� And a cascade of silver rings through the tip of each of her antennae leaves.� She'd considered detached sleeves for her four arms; but settled on red wristbands with the same silver thread pattern she had on her feral ankles.� The matching red clasps strung with silver laces down her black hair's length just to the high-impact floor were a natural.

Jane danced herself in front of the mirror.� Once again slender, except for her vast udders and breasts,� Jane's steps reminded Jack of why he'd been attracted to the woman the first time he'd seen her.� He appreciated her partiality to red clothing.� It suited her perfectly.

Jane cocked her heavy head and smiled a perfect Mona Lisa smile at her nearest lover.

Easy, Jack The huge stallion thought to himself.� "Yes.� It's time."� And to do it quickly before her milk production pains her too much.� Their four children were good doers, and Jane was an ample provider to them.

The party's venue, in the rebuilt hall, was enormous.� It had to be, considering the number and size of many of the guests.� Twenty-foot ceilings and open areas as large as could be made by modern construction techniques.� The entryway was still a little of a squeeze for Jack and Jane; but they could move about inside with a good deal of freedom.� This truly great hall, with its pastel gold-brown and white interior, had walls serried with sconces and an overhead plenum with an indirectly lit ceiling.

Dinner, originally set for seven o'clock, was served at eight.� The guests arrived, including Arisia, Freddy and the individuals Jack had asked to be present.� Freddy had carried Vanessa along on his back, up from the Lake Michigan beach.

Arisia was full of herself.� Her sixteenth birthday had been only a month earlier, but she'd modified her body several times between the time Jack had first seen her at ten years of age.� That didn't count the many times she'd altered the coloration of her body pelt.

Dr. Heilersma's youngest daughter's antlers had grown in right on cue in her fourteenth year.� They were enormous things, which sprouted up from the seven-foot-tall girl's top to a standing Jack's chin.� Between these sprouted her four goat horns � a grown-up set like her newborn nephew's.� These favored the thinner face underneath them; but there was still a bit of roundness to her symmetrical features.� Her enormous skull swept up and back.� How her slender neck could hold all of it up Jack had never figured out.� She had full, heavy hair, too.� Arisia wore it tonight in classical Greek style � in curled ringlets.� The curls trickled between several of her human shoulders, and down past the front shoulders of her delicate feral body.� She'd gotten more forelimbs � though they were arranged in a series of quincunxes � pairs of lion's paws and three-toed horses hooves on the bottom, enormous flukes in the middle, and ape-arms and batwings alternating on the top.� These were repeated some 25 times for a total of 100 legs, 50 wings, 50 flukes and 50 ape-arms.� Now she had lots more hindquarters as well, 25 of them with assorted hind-legs, attached to her front by a thin snakelike abdomen.� Definitely over the top! Jack wondered how all those limbs could attach to her body, long as it was.

Arisia was never one to say 'no' to more limbs. Jack could never figure out how the girl and her boyfriend managed to coordinate all of them.� Her boyfriend illustrated her tastes:� Freddy Shi had come to H&M with a severe case of 'runaway lamination' � a dracocentaur body purveyed by a garage-genomorph firm that didn't know what it was doing.� It had gone hideously wrong � poor Freddy couldn't stop growing more legs.� Instead of having the normal four � and two wings � of the design, he had dozens by the time Arisia first saw him.� After some time and effort, the girl genius managed to stop the increase.� but by then the poor boy a had gazillion limbs.� Despite Freddy's awkward body, Arisia liked what she saw, and morphed herself to match his outrageous limb-count.� Like Arisia, the boy was a good-natured, happy-go-lucky person.� And Freddy and his family were grateful to Arisia, and the son had fallen truly in love with the girl.

Nessie, Arisia's childhood girlfriend, ended up lying down on a makeshift chain of couches.� Shi Wing looked at the flippered and fluked girl in obvious displeasure.� Jack was a bit amused as the couturier called a fashion emergency, holding up everything.� In the hour between her arrival and the delayed dinner, the Gortex body suit came off, the horrid banana yellow earrings got removed.� The mermaid's top was dressed in slick black, to match her hair.� One of Shi Wing's daughters brushed the yards of that hair to within an inch of its life.� A gold-ribbon choker, matching wrist-bands, and belt addressed her body.� Nearly out of sight in the distance, ribbons fitted about her at the end of her muscular tail, just above each of her pairs of tail flukes.� The girl's disproportionate fore flippers and dorsal fin gave the man pause.� Ultimately he let them be � they'd have to be pierced to introduce a decoration.� That sort of thing would have to wait until the girl was older.� He pointedly did not replace the mermaid's earrings with anything, but gathered her hair in gold ribbon at the back of her neck, again at the beginnings of her cetacian shoulders, and two places further down.� Vanessa was querulous at first; but Mr. Shi gave her his Quelling Look, and she fell silent.� Then she began to enjoy the attention of her make-over.

Both Anna and Jane spent the time quietly nursing their babies.� Anna had rested herself against Jane's back, giving suck to Aaron. �It was a wonder to watch Jane's vast human breasts be milked by all four of his eight-legged offspring.� To Jack her couchant body looked gloriously maternal, and the children angelic.� He sighed in contentment.

Delilah and Donna were dashing hither and yon, greeting people as they arrived � taking names and ushering people with a vengeance � never failing to point out that the flowers at the tables were personally picked by them.� The red and gold haired filly-girls were wonderful assistants to their mother.

Jack observed that the delay suited Corinne Meadowlark fine.� Cee was always the perfect hostess of course � with that stupendous mind, she could juggle a fifteen-item agenda without a dropped ball.� Jack found her ability to organize and steer an event like this birthday party humorously awesome.� She'd been working behind the scenes most of the afternoon, and now she made her formal entrance.

After five years and a pregnancy Corinne looked as dainty and delicate as ever.� Her bearing was regal � it matched the aurous maternity tiara she wore.� With her done up hair and her gracefully arched antenna � his old gift to her made her look so exquisite.� For the rest of her, Cee wore a gold-lam�-on-white halter, choker, crupper and elegant long cape that matched her hair, tanned skin, and palomino coloration.� Even after being trimmed, her white tail stretched out in a train that would be the envy of a Fantasia filly.� She moved so her white-haired udders looked ethereal, though they were full to her hocks.� She had let her other mammary glands into tendon and vessel networked spheres that perfectly filled their thin tailored cladding.� They rested over her forward-bent arms, to her extended wrists.� Cee's long fingers unconsciously played with the gold and white bra-cups that protected her sensitive nipples.

Jack carefully sat his ponderous body couchant as near Jane as he could without disturbing her or his new foal-children.� Their lower bodies touched.� It would have been spine to spine except that their vertebrae were recessed more than a foot beneath their back muscles.� Jane looked at him and smiled beatifically.

Jack blushed at Jane's attention, and turned away to watch Corinne make introductions to guests.� She greeted Rhonda Cross, who in turn introduced the quadruplets.� The white centauresses, dressed in silver ribbons, were each half-a-head shorter than Cee.� They tried to keep Robert � still half-naked and in his jeans � between them like guards escorting a condemned prisoner.

Corrine certainly did not drop any social balls when Arie Heilersma came in just then.� He was late and surrounded by a dozen of the off-duty corporate security staff � all females of the hunter-jumper variety dressed in their best halter tops, breastplates and cruppers.� Their number included Diana Bester, Nunki Davis, Kausi Jones, Gina Li, Julie Wu and the appaloosa girl, Brianna Green.� In fact, Corinne used the confusion and intermingling of the two groups to her advantage.� Rhonda and the Davidson's attentions were diverted towards the tall slender Arie.� His body looked more like a greyhound's than a horse's � with a cheetah's flexiness.� "What a chest � what a butt!" Jack heard one of the white-haired centauresses breathe to Rhonda.� Meanwhile their hostess deftly cut Robert (who was not too subtly staring at Corinne's vast cleavage) out of the herd.

She took Robert on an introductory round.� His overgrown antennas were still mostly in those duffel bags slung on the Davidson sisters' backs � so they perforce had to follow � though not necessarily looking where they were going.� When they were finally introduced to each other, Lisa stopped her animated conversation with Arisia � "Oh, you are the one who developed the mammalian cloning gasters!" � and made mooneyes to Robert.� The boy breathlessly returned her attentions.� Jack realized that this would have been the first time the two had physically met, though otherwise they'd known each other for months.� The four Davidson sisters looked rather put out as they corralled Robert Cross's physical body after the introductions were over.� But they could not restrain the radio-waves that traveled between him and Lisa.� Jack tried not to laugh aloud, and struggled to keep his thoughts quiet.

Several more of Mr. Shi's daughters danced about with enormous trays of appetizers, and Jack took a handful of cheese crackers to nibble on.� At last all were ready (a lot of laughter between Arisia, Vanessa and Freddy indicated that) and the dinner bell chimed.

Bowls of salads were served to the hosts, then soup.� Fish was on the menu.� Lots of fish, perfectly baked and seasoned.� With the butter and lemon at the side, Jack stuffed himself at the high table set before him and Jane.� It was all delicious.� Such a dinner took the whole two hours for Jack and Jane.�� It took time to put a thousand pounds of food down a mouth and esophagus originally designed for a much smaller individual.

Arisia and Freddy, though the black algal symbiotes in their wings had supplied them huge amounts of energy during the bright day, ate like the teenagers they were.

Vanessa wasn't happy with the menu.� "Fish � again?"� But her photosynthetic tail flukes also didn't make enough energy for an adolescent mermaid to grow on.� When it became evident that this was the main course, the picky cetacean-girl dug in.

Jack and Jane's children did not fuss � they nursed almost continuously from their mother.� She ate more of the fish than he did.� And of course, no matter how much food she did eat, she retained her model-thin figure.

Corinne also ate heartily.� Her fantastic metabolism also maintained the wasp waist on her human part, and greyhound's conformation.� She nursed both her daughters briefly � until Donna bit her accidentally � then she shooed the two away.� Cee looked at Jack appraisingly.

Jack felt very uncomfortable at that look.� He looked away to where Anna nursed Aaron.� She glowed, and Jack was glad to see that her happiness had infected William.

Since the dinner started late, the birthday party was pushed to Nine.� Or a little later.� By then, her children had nursed Jane dry.� She could actually retract her vast udders out of the way of her feet.� The dinner bell chimed again.

As they approached the basketball stadium-sized reception area where the birthday cakes had been laid out, William and Anna preceded Jack and Jane, seven hands in seven hands.� William turned abruptly at the entry way and placed a blue diamond pendant head band on his love's forehead.� Anna looked a little shocked.� "Oh, William!" she exclaimed.

Jack's turn came next.� He pivoted about with unnatural care to face Jane's front.� He schooled his face into a smile which he hoped was nonchalant, pulled out the ruby-encrusted tiara from the velvet bag, leaned forward over their deep feral chests � and crowned her.� Jack was very much pleased:� from Jane's facial and mental reaction the gesture was a complete surprise.

"It's a little four-million dollar bauble from Winston's, Jane," he whispered.� And then he kissed her surprised mouth.� Her swollen bosom bulged out from between her muscular ribcage and his chest.� Then he danced to his position at her flank.� Hmm � he thought � impressed with himself � maybe I am graceful � I didn't squash anything but Jane's breasts with that move.

He heard mental laughter from someone.� Corinne?

"Now that all the children are asleep or otherwise occupied, Jack, why don't we take a promenade about the grounds � perhaps a walk to the Lake � in the moonlight?"� Cee suggested.� Idly she took a face towel in one hand and lifted her left breast with both arms.� She made a show of stripping her halter from it, and gently applied the towel to the underside of the ponderous flesh.

Jack slowly lurched out of his reverie.� He said absent words to Corinne � "Your breasts have been chafing?" but didn't really hear her demurral � she was still milk-wet.� Instead, he had been thinking of the scene played out just a half hour before.

The big eight-legged fillies and colts had scrambled to the four chocolate cakes.� In the minutes that followed most of the frosting and bake went onto their faces and torsos rather than inside them.� But that was alright.� Until they reached their maturity, the theobromine would be a soporific, not a stimulant.� Sure enough, Arisia skillfully had led off the zombie-drowsy ton-weight colts and fillies to get cleaned off and to find a place for them to sleep until their mother would join them.

Jack had missed Jane saying "Why, certainly!" to Corinne's original question.� She'd been looking at Jack all the minute she'd taken to rise from her flanks.� Despite the building's size, she could become a one mare-woman wrecking ball if she were not very careful.

Was that a hungry look?� Jack's attention snapped to his mate.� Jane's foal heat could burst out at anytime.� Jane had been busy during the event, but now she had time � to be alone with him?� And Corinne?� The three of them were alone together.

Freddie had taken Vanessa to the lakeshore, with Donna and Delilah along to 'help' � actually to play the role of pesky kids.� Jack suppressed a smile.� His and Cee's two lively daughters were the most effective chaperones anyone could ask for.

Jack frowned � perhaps in frustration.� Jack's own outrageous sexual conformation was more than enough of a chaperone for him and any female who might be in his presence.� More than once in the last few years he'd wondered how he could have sexual relations with anyone � including Cee and Jane themselves!� This day they'd acted like they were receptive � to the point of teasing �

The four Davidson sisters had excused themselves right after dinner.� The Davidsons knew when they'd lost the round with Robert at this lek.� They were more than a bit disgruntled as Diana's minions firmly escorted them into the far garden.� Despite Arie's entourage of off-duty female hunter-jumper guards, the filly-girls had ogled the tall slender � and excruciatingly wealthy � young man.� Rhonda herself had persisted in the H&M business manager's direction, and Arie had actually been attracted to her.� Perhaps it was the hypnotic twitch of Rhonda's very long tail as she looped it about Arie's concave equine belly.� Last Jack had seen of the two, she was riding on his sprung back, and the tall handsome woman was entranced.

Too bad there were so few male centaurs running around, Jack thought, bemused at the looks of the security guards as the slender boy trotted off with the young woman.� I should talk to Arisia about recruiting some men to become stallions for the ladies.

"You seem distracted, Jack," Jane said, quietly.� She fingered the tip of one of his antenna.� The sensation gave him an erotic chill.

Jack was staring through the enormous open doors back into the dining room.� Robert and Lisa, relatively immobile, were still making moon-eyes at each other.� Robert's antennae were splayed about, although he had taken extreme care not to touch any of Lisa's antenna stumps.

Jack mumbled "Huh?" and "Oh, yes � sorry."� Jane took his left front hand by the fingers � her own fingers were long and slender.� Surprisingly delicate for a giant creature such as she.

As they neared Corinne, the smaller centauress called out to the majordomo who was passing through an adjoining hall.� "Mr. Shi?"

The older man stopped.� "Yes, madam?"

"We're going out for a walk to the shoreline.� Have they found Ms. Stonewright's abode in Chicago?"� Corinne said this offhandedly.� The slender giant eight-legged centauress helped her climb up on Jane's back.

"They have."

"Have them execute the plan, then."

Shi Wing bowed and left them.

The fingers of Jane's two right hands tightened their grip around Jack's palms.� She was awfully close.� He could feel her vast muscles wriggle.� They twitched with what the stallion took as desire.� Jack thanked fate and his own self-control that his body's urge to have an erection could wait until now.� It wasn't always so.� Back when he'd regained his libido after transforming into a centaur, every time he saw Corinne Meadowlark prance before him, his body's reaction had been powerful and very swift.� But that was when his erection was only three meters long.� It was freaking easy to get a real hard-on then � and it didn't matter when or how many times a day.

His body had calmed down somewhat since that time, three years ago.� A good part of it was what a musical friend of his called the 'scherzo' morph.� Now it took so much more time just to get half-aroused � and even more time for his huge hearts to pump blood enough to make each of his penises a third of a meter thick before it did get hard.

Normally he'd have an arousal every morning at six.� Almost like clockwork.� H&M's lovely security detail would carefully lay him out and work him to a climax.� Diana had joked about his "Viagara Falls" when he spurted vast quantities through his four channels.� The result was normally four 55-gallon drums a little over half full of semen.� Of course, having not two, but thirty-six cantaloupe-sized testicles per pipeline made this expected.

But he hadn't done that for three and one-half days now.� His numerous testicles in their four scrota had been swelling up like firm watermelons.� They had become almost painful to touch.� No cantering for him until he was relieved.� The muscles in his groins had begun to scream with the discomfort of the ponderous weight they had to support.

Jane led him out towards the lakeshore, a half-mile from the compound.� How he managed this, he didn't know � she was dancing and he was dragging.� Finally they reached where the woods closed in on the beach.� There was no bluff or dune here � and gravelly rather than sandy.� Driftwood piled up in odd places near the point under the full moon.� At one time this was a favorite picnic spot.� Oak trees widely spread, with open grass between them.� The heavy leaves of the trees shaded the moonlight from the many paths to the water.� A few yards in and it was pitch black.

A puff of pheromone caught him, and he reacted before his mind understood what was happening.� His sex organs uncoiled in their sheathes and flowed out, almost dancing as they reached the ground and arched over it, to reach the ground again a few meters beyond.� And again a few meters beyond that.� Firehouse thickness was forgotten for something more like fire hydrant � blood flowed rapidly.� Jack's four hands quickly stripped off his jacket and collar and tossed them aside.

Jack screamed � no � whinnied � in pain when he lost concentration and the tendile lengths gave way and dumped their burden some three meters down onto the gravel of the beach.� The swollen organs within the velvety red-haired sacks at the top visibly bounced on the watermelons below.� Jack went blind with agony.

"Jane?� Corinne?"� Jack didn't know how long it had been.� His auxiliary windpipes were wide open in a collar around his neck and the back of his head � both his human chest and equine lungs gasped for air.� They roared in his delicate ears.� Jane was standing to one side, looking at him as if she were impatiently waiting for something to happen.� Cee was recumbent on Jane's back, arm propping up her head, looking at him.� She was smirking.� Jack looked around himself.� His enormous hindquarters were nearly ten meters from the four bulbous mountains of his sexual organs.� The tendile hawsers that connected his massive body to them were stretched taut out behind him.� His four enormous tools warped in curves and strained out forward and to one side of him.

"You were acting like a stallion, Jack."� Cee said.

"How � long?"

"A couple of minutes.� Maybe fifteen.� Do you hurt?"

"Yes.� And I'm � horny as hell � can you get � help?"

Jack meant for them to go find some of the security team � so he could get off.� But he must have sounded pleading � Jane laughed.� She turned, ponderously and faced him tail to.� Jack saw that she was extremely aroused herself.� "Let's go!� Do you think we should leave him here for the rest of the night, Cee?" she said � obviously fighting her animal attraction to Jack's splayed out body.

"No, don't do that to the poor man," Corinne said.� She lofted her breasts and tweaked Jane's upper right fore shoulder as the giantess began a light trot away.� "It was amazing � we just stand there and watch him nearly wreck himself.� Jack's a saint � with the hormones of more than seventy stallions," Corinne laughed like an imp.� Her voice faded as Jane distanced herself from Jack and melted into the woods.� "We shouldn't be this cruel � "

"Jane!� Jane!" Don't leave me like this!� Jack looked back and down at his sweaty, quivering body.� He despaired.� He felt weak.� And he was weak.� He had grown painfully thin. Hell, everything has gone into my sex-organs! � As he looked back up to the horizon to see where Jane and Cee had gone � some part of his mind told him he looked a lot like Arie Heilersma.� Perish the thought!� That boy had gonads for brains!� But Jack's body would never leave this state of extreme arousal without just the right sort of stimulation.� His two girlfriends had disappeared into the shadows.

Or had Jane turned around?� There was the woman's huge front-end, walking directly toward him, her vast knees and dainty red bedecked torso glimmering the moonlight.� Why?� To tease him some more?� Or had she forgotten something?� Corinne wasn't riding her anymore � there was something black on top of her feral back instead.

There was something � odd � about Jane.� Too many knees?� And Jack recognized those black things on her back � from Arisia � they were glossy, black velvet-covered � enormous wings!

This can't be Jane!� Jack did a double-take.� �Yes, same four H-cup breasts � same slender torso � "� The many-legged giant centauress got closer, "same face, nose and � eyes."� He scarcely noticed the second, third and other apparitions of his mate walking out from the trees, directly towards him.� Their long delicate antennas wriggled and writhed as they approached.

Clones? His brain asked.� "Clones!" he gasped.

Yes, Jack. �Jane's voice came into his mind.� I've cloned myself � sort of.� Jane had read his mind.� That was nearly four years ago.� She smiled at his shock.� The clones are fully mature, now.

Jack was no longer thinking.� He could only react.

The leading Janes assorted themselves into two columns, and it wasn't until the first arrived to his withers that he saw how different these Janes were from the Sleipnirian-legged Jane he was accustomed to.� Each one of these Janes had many more legs � and each was fantastically long.

"Y-y-you � kept this a secret � f-f-from m-m-me-e?" Jack whinnied � he was losing control of his faculties again.

Yes, Jane telemented.� The two nearest Janes had made a U of their bodies on each side of Jack.� They watched their own bodies carefully as they pressed their first forequarters against Jack's entire body.

"D-don't" Jack whinnied in panic �

"I'll be careful with you're precious balls, Jack."� Jane extended her series of two-and-a-half-meter-wide hips backwards, along the line of the shore.� The left-side Jane gently placed one of her enormous hooves on the farthest of Jack's mountains.

A major tingle of discomfort came rushing through his body.� Panting still, he shivered at the touch.� It wasn't easy to keep himself from blacking out again.

"Rear up, Jack."� Two additional Janes contorted their upper torsos.� They reached eight arms and hands down to his back forelegs and forcibly pulled Jack's front into the air.� He didn�t resist.� It had gotten rather � crowded around his forequarters � he found himself resting his foreleg elbows on two of Jane's equine backs.� The Janes there stripped off all of the spats they could reach.� Not that they wouldn't be destroyed by their later rocking and rolling.� They were just getting in the way.

Four more of Jane maneuvered herself into position ahead of him and knelt down.� Each grasped a four-armload of Jack's penises some three meters from his front, and drew them apart, so that only one of the four extended from directly under Jack's chest.� They stimulated his sex-organs, brushing them with their vast expanses of black-velveteen wings.

The two Janes that had helped him rear up now let him down gently and went to Jack's gonad mountains and curled themselves about them, presumably to protect them from any missteps.

Yet another four Janes slung a further section of his engorged genitals under their arms.� Moving all these bodies around reminded Jack of a railroad.� He wondered if there would be a collision if Jane couldn't coordinate all of herself.� And how bad it would be.� He suffered an image of a horrible Jane-wreck.

A fourth set of Janes maneuvered to hold up the farthest section.� The hands of these rubbed him gently.� The sensation thrilled him, despite his situation.

"My, you are reacting well," the nearest Jane � the one on his left � vocalized.� �Sixteen of us, Jack.� You were trying to count, right?� And trains?� That's a boy's mentality for you!�� She stuck her tongue out into Jack's face.

"J-J-Jane!" Jack whinnied.� "Wh-what's the point?� W-w-why?"

Why ask why, Jack?� Jane 'mented.� Actually, Arisia talked me into this years ago.� She wanted to see if a person with multiple bodies would stay integrated through radiotelementy.� Even if all of them were not alike.� There's only one me, Jack.� I just have twenty-one bodies.� We only morphed you later � so you could be big enough to fit � most of us � me.� Jane seemed to be a little unsure of the proper number of her personal pronoun.

Jack's hearts leapt.� This business certainly was a shock to him!� He hadn't a clue!� Twenty-one?� Excluding the original eight-legged Jane, that meant �

Forty eight legs on each of me here, Jane interrupted his thoughts.� "You'll have to make it through a dozen hindquarters the long way to tup me properly, Jack."� The closest Jane on his right vocalized.� "I expect you to do so.� I do want more babies � lots more."

All of her laughed as Jack jerked after the fifteenth Jane rubbed just the right spot.� She telemented to him a vision of precocious eight-legged centaur foals � a whole herd of them � galloping in the fields of the estate.

His foreskin tentacles weaved their lengths uncontrollably in the air, vainly trying to grasp something, anything.

Jane number fifteen snatched back a section of wing that was just within reach.

Jack panted like an athlete who had just run the hundred-yard-dash.� "You � you have four more?"

"Oooh, Jack can add!"� He heard in the distance as Jane � the eight-legged Jane, led the last four of her to the edge of the trees.� From their (her?) beatific expressions, these four long Janes were going to be Jack's couplings for the night.� Jack was getting even more aroused � if that were possible.� His legs buckled and he stepped backward.� His tendiles were over-stretched and threatened to drag his gonads.

Jane's bodies blocked his move and supported his body.� Her closest face looked at him fiercely.� "You aren't going to back out of this, Jack.� You realize that I expect you to perform not only tonight, but for the next several nights with me!"

Jack realized that Corinne was nowhere in sight.� Which didn't mean �

I'm out of mind? Corinne chimed in.� Don't worry about me, big boy.� I'm enjoying every minute of this.� Lisa and Robert are very sensitive, you know.

Jack grew furious � or he would have if he weren't aroused beyond belief.� Those lover-brats were going to broadcast this all over the ryenet!� And there was absolutely nothing he could do about it!� He clenched the hair about his withers with his four huge fists.

Corinne sang a mental ditty � it started out with "Comin' through the Rye!� Comin' through the Rye!"

Jack almost couldn't stand it.

Toot!� Toot! Jane telemented slyly.� She wrapped a few of her antenna-tentacles around Jack's arms.� She was backing her four candidate bodies around.� Jack's brain numbly watched those four lengths of forty meters of flexible flesh back around.� Their immense wings opened and covered all of the sky in front of him.

Jack's body bucked and lunged when he saw Jane lift the four tails from her magnificent hindmost butts.� They were absolutely huge � two meters across and full with muscle.� Jack perceived that she had exposed labial tentacles.� They were fully as large, muscular and numerous � and reached out towards his.

Jane's eyes � all forty-two of them � went glassy.� Their sensibility had been stolen away.� She whinnied.� At least Jane's foal-heat was far gentler than was her maiden season.

Jack's lunge again stretched his tendiles and they shot pain impulses to his brain.� But his body was not responsive to his mind � Jack blacked out again as their tentacles touched and fought like orgiastic octopi.

Jack woke up half buried in the bodies of Jane, his most recent lover.� Sleeping limbs, extended torsos and body parts were draped all over.� Any clothing still attached to him would be ruined.

My!� This is cozy, the massive man-stallion thought to himself.� Then he minded his thoughts.� His memories of the last night were limited to a kind of excruciatingly painful pleasure.� Oddly, he remembered the rumbling of heavy moving vans in the distance.� That happened to him just as his exhausted body demanded sleep.� Why that was important to him, he did not know.

Jack worked towards the wan dawn light.� Gently pushing warm glossy haired flesh to one side or another, he struggled to get his human torso above Jane's she-level.

"Hoo, man!" Jack gasped as he finally shoved aside the 14^th Jane's ninth left hind leg, and twitched aside a set of limp flowing antennas.� He twisted his limber torso about, surveying the jumble over the black spar of a wing fallen akimbo.� The man-stallion turned his bull-neck, following an antenna to its root.� A hair-framed Jane's face rested on a flank of another one of her.� It had the most incredible smug smile on her sleeping visage.� How in the world was he going to disengage himself from all of Jane's tangled selves, without disturbing her?� He would need to piss at least sometime this morning.

"Hello, Jack!"

"Hello, Corinne!"� Jack replied.� He looked around.� Cee was perched couchant on a rump of one of Jane's sleeping bodies.

"You're looking good this morning!" she called out.� Her antenna woggled in the warm dawn light.� "You were sleeping like a darling baby, Jack.� And Jane's still dead to the world, I see.� At least I got her original body back to your foals last night.� She's nursing them now, even while she sleeps."� Corinne smiled.

"And what are you doing this early in the morning?"

"Shepherding Lisa and Robert.� Lisa's antennas came in by six moving vans at about midnight. Dr. Bonam finished the surgery a few hours ago, plastered her up with Heal Fast, and said she was ready to go � but you thought she was bad when she came in yesterday?"� Cee circled her arms to indicate the circumference of Lisa's monstrous antenna roots.� "There were some complications � Lisa was already beginning to regenerate her antenna branches � so she's going to have twice the antenna number she would normally have within a few weeks.� Even so, Arisia still is struggling to get her to the beach.� She's hell to move around now!"� Corinne paused.� "She won't get out of antenna-tentacle distance from Robert �" then she said thoughtfully � perhaps a little in awe: "� I didn't know her sex organs were actually in her antennas, Jack.� 216 of them � and more on the way.� Makes her human body seem � superfluous.� That boy needs to use all of himself just to start to satisfy her."

Jack let the seagulls take over the conversation for a moment.� Then he said � "Well, I hate to interrupt another of your pet projects � but could you help me � er � disengage from Jane, here? �I don't want to wake her."

Corinne laughed enough so that her breasts quivered.� "Just push gently where you want her to move."

Jack tried pushing against one of Jane's comparatively tiny equine waists that blocked his way, and found that Cee's suggestion worked perfectly.� In minutes he was out of the pile-up.� As he stepped away, he found that the thickness of his muscular lower body had returned to its normal tuck � rather than the cadaverous dimensions he'd been while sexually aroused.� Somehow his sheathes had recaptured his penises � they were neatly coiled under his midsection, below the floating ribs of his feral chest.

And in a few minutes he traced his brown velvet strips of tendon and muscle from his hindquarters.� Nudging Jane aside at crucial points, he could see his way clear to where his mountains of genitals lay.� Despite his efforts of the last evening, those had actually gotten bigger.

Corinne watched him, quietly.� She wore the same dark blue terrycloth half-robe she had donned � was it only yesterday?� Jack thought he saw a faint smile on her face.� "I take it you've had experience with this," he said.� "How long have you two been lovers � with that set of bodies of hers?"

"Nearly three years, Jack."� Corinne replied.

"You, Jane and Anna must have incredible grooming sessions," he said as he reared up to stretch his sleep-cramped body.� Huge tendons snapped and cracked as he changed his conformation.� In seconds Jack's head stood forty feet in the air.

Awed, Cee sent him a candid mental image of himself � his feral looked as much like a slender King Kong as equine.� His front legs had hoof-tipped fingers � including an enormous opposable thumb � that was hidden while he walked as a brontocentaur.� She'd been staring at his � now � back right fore 'hand' that rested on his back hips.� He could palm Corinne's entire body with that one limb.

Jack grinned as he adjusted the position of his four hind legs.� Corinne, in spite of herself, gasped at his little top-heavy jig.

"Oh, hell!" Jack winced.� He'd maneuvered directly over his dropped sexual organs.� Abruptly he put himself back down on all eight legs.� He had tried to winch up the dinosaur egg-shaped masses.� And had failed.� He danced aside and frowned as he regarded the dimensions of most of his one gross testicles.� "I can't lift them.� My tendile muscles aren't strong enough.� They're too heavy now!"

Jack sighed and looked at Cee.� He considered fact that he was horribly over endowed even for Jane in her present multiplied form.� And the memory of Corinne's flirting with him late last morning �� And now her being here, waiting �� "Okay, Ms. Corinne Meadowlark, I can put two-and-two together as well as the next guy.� Where are YOUR other bodies?"

He laughed at Cee's surprise.� When was the last time Corinne had failed to anticipate him?

"Bring in your clones!� I hope you have enough � and they are big enough!"

Corinne breathed three breaths.� Then she telemented, I was hoping to keep them all from you until they were completely mature � but that would be another year.� She said aloud � "All right.� Some are; but most aren't.� I just hope you aren't freaked out by my varieties."

"Varieties?"

"Yes � here's the latest �" Cee pointed up into the sky.� Her stupendous breasts shuddered beneath her robe.� Her sudden move turned Jack on � but then, when he followed the direction of her finger, he gasped.

Winds swirled about them.� It was the backwash of huge, fully functional bat-wings.� A very young-looking Corinne Meadowlark came in for a landing.

"Hello, Jack," the vast-winged centaurette vocalized.� Within two seconds the wings had accordioned to her flanks � though the folded spars stuck several lengths out behind her.� She wriggled her long spade-tipped tail to arch over her back and pranced next to herself.

Jack stared.� He couldn't help it.� This newly arrived version of the palomino centauress was like a child rendition of Corinne.� She stood a head and a half shorter � less than six feet tall.� Her wiry body was almost painfully thin.� She had perhaps a sixteen-inch human waist � and a not much bigger feral one.� Jack looked down from her antennaed head.� Pointed ears, enormous eyes, tiny upturned nose � unlike Cee's original visage � but the face was very recognizable as Cee's.�� Her broad, sparse chest was covered with a square-hemmed blue liveried jacket.� A large quiver with blue-feathered arrows extended above her shoulder.� Long slender-muscled arms held a large recurved bow.

"I'm one of my sagittary bodies," the creature said in Corinne's voice.� Her two long antennas rippled and swayed with grace from the top front of her head.� "Six months old, Jack.� Physiologically about six or seven.� Won't grow much more.� Not very sexy, is it?"� She held up her well-muscled right fore-paw.� And splayed wicked looking claws from it.

It's more lion � or cheetah � than horse? Jack thought.� Actually, this version of Cee looks really quite � elegant.� A sort of flying feline elf-centauress.

Ooops!� Corinne's eyes � all four of them � opened wide.� She smiled double smiles as two more of her flying bodies settled to the ground near Jack.� "You really think these bodies are actually beautiful?� Not just functional?"

Jack blinked � he'd got a dust-mote in one of his eyes.� He'd been thinking aloud again.� "Yes, they are."� He guessed at Corinne's motivation.� "They're for security?

Yes, Cee telemented as she stood, shifting the heavy hindquarters of her original body.� Not much gut � the wing surfaces convert sunlight into energy � like Arisia's do � no reproductive organs � also to save weight.� Now Cee's original body dislodged and fiddled with her left breast.� The persistent galactorrhea was bothering her, and her udders were sagging nearly to the ground.

They have enough butt to make them look feminine.� "So, if you want something done right, you'd better do it yourself, eh?"

"Yes, Jack."� The winged girl-centauress spoke for Cee.� She was distracted by her other body's discomfort.� The two who had just landed approached her original body and helped support her.� "There are about two hundred of me in this new form � with more being 'posited every day.� The oldest are like these.� Results of the newest clone reproductive technology."

The host is some murderess? Jack asked.� As part of H&M staff he was aware of what Cee was talking about � or at least he thought he'd been!� He still wasn't happy about the change in state law a few years ago permitting 'volunteers' from prisons to undergo medical experiments.� This options was restricted to those who were imprisoned for life without parole.� There was no death penalty in the State, but the reality could be much worse.

"No.� A certain kidnapper."� Corinne's voice was hard as she telemented a reddened image of the individual.

Jack wondered about Cee's thirst for retribution.� Not that it wasn't justified � the irony of the situation was not lost.

Then Corinne quickly changed the subject.� "The reason Diana and her friends were all over Arie last night was because I told them just before dinner that they could ovulate and have the dear boy's babies.� They'll be in no condition to guard H&M grounds in a few months, believe me.� By then, I'll be able to take over."

He looked at the original Corinne-body.� Would you like to sit, Cee?� Jack lowered himself.� He reached back with a rear hand and patted the top of his enormous withers. "I can't move around � but you do look rather uncomfortable standing there."

Thankyou, Jack. The original body telemented as the huge stallion helped her climb up on his back.

"So, what other bodies have you worked out?"� He tried to sound nonchalant.� He moved back to stand directly over his mountains of gonads.

"Look out in the lake �"� Cee pointed.

"Mermaid bodies?"� He could see a dozen dolphin women leaping in the water.� Timed perfectly.� Gold flashed off their hair and velvet-covered lower bodies.� Now they bobbed in the water as they waved.� They were full-breasted � enormous and taut � like the original Cee.� "They'll never sink, that's for sure," he grinned.

"Jack!"

"Well, it's true!� Built-in Mae Wests!� But she's been gone for years.� We really should call vest-style life preservers 'Corinne Meadowlarks,' you know."� He thought Cee deserved to be teased.

She pouted.� "Well, it is easiest to carry a pair of these when in the water, Jack."� She reached out as far as she could to finger a swollen aureole, which nipple responded with a prolonged squirt of milk.� "At least when they are not engorged with milk."

"Reminds me when I met you after your transformation � that day when H&M went public?"

"Yes, I remember.� The place used to be a small park.� D'you know I had it bought up?� It's still one of my favorite locations."

"Oh?"� Jack asked.� His antennae twitched.� "That's several miles up the shoreline."

"Yes, it is � I'm up there now � "� Cee's original body's left eye winked.� "They are the ones you should be � interested � in."

"Damn it, Cee!� I can't move from here!"

"Oh, I'll have Anna help you."

Anna!� Arisia!� Come here, please, I want you! Corinne called out mentally.

Jack glimpsed seven bodies of Arisia approach the stony beach from the woods � ridden by the same number Annas.� The incredible number of limbs each girl's bodies had was all uncannily coordinated.� The lead Arisia carried Lisa Stonewright's torso.� Lisa tenderly embraced Robert Cross, who sat beside her.� Lisa's massive rejoined antennae arched towards and piled high on the other Arisia-bodies' backs.� Jack rolled his eyes � all of the women in his life had cloned themselves with a vengeance.� Does Freddy know?� Does William know???

Corinne ignored him � she gave instructions to the sisters to leave the enamored Lisa and Robert with the Jane bodies.� With mischief aforethought, Arisia decided to dump the lovers' vast entangled antennae on top of all the sleeping Janes.

"Let them sort themselves out!" Arisia Number One crowed.

Corinne grinned � this moshed-up state of affairs suited her, it seemed.

With the greatest of care, each Anna ganged her seven pairs of arms for strength, picked up a set of Jack's watermelon-sized balls and placed them on each of four Arisia-backs.� Despite her (their?) care, Jack felt extremely queasy. �His organs were unbelievably sensitive.� The whole operation made him quiver.

"Does dear William know?" One of the Annas repeated Jack's earlier question.� "Well, I'm nursing Aaron right now, Jack."� She adjusted the last of the hind left scrotum onto Arisia Number Three's back between her wings.� "And since the 'cat's out of the bag' finally, another of me is making love to William at the moment."� She closed her eyes � her face showed a sensuous pleasure.� "He's half-asleep; but he'll find out when he wakes up."

Arisia Number Three chimed in � "Freddy's about to find out, when I return three of my bodies back to my original.� I bet he can't tell the difference!"

Jack was stunned.� "Like � which of you is the original?"

"Yes!" Arisia Number Two shrugged her many shoulders.� "I myself am not certain which of me is the original any more!"� All the Arisias and Annas laughed.� The selected four pair of sisters began to walk up the beach � and Jack had to follow.� In a few minutes they left the sleeping Janes and embracing Lisa and Robert out of sight.� Puckishly, the chimera-bodied girl's bodies began a rolling trot, and now Jack had to match it.� Corinne, despite the ache of her distended udder and swollen breasts, laughed on his back.� Sagittarian Cees swooped over Jack's head.� Mermaid Cees porpoised out in the lake, swimming beside the group.

About halfway there they stopped when they met Diana escorting young Delilah and Donna.� Evidently the two filly-girls had not known of their elders' cloning activity.� The two children were pop-eyed when they were introduced to their new guardians � winged, flying aspects of their mother � who were nevertheless physiologically nearly their age.

"You've got yourself pregnant, Diana?" Corinne asked aloud from Jack's back.

"Yes, ma'am," Diana replied.� "I certainly think so.� So's Kausi and Nunki.� The other girls are going to have to wait � we exhausted the poor boy."� She laughed a fruity contralto laugh.� "Arie's got Rhonda Cross in a dither.� She doesn't know whether to get a centauress morph � but she'd have to wait a year or two � or to seduce him now as a human woman.� Arie's a sweet gentle lover � a little awkward in his length of course � but what boy isn't these days?"� She smirked at Jack.

Well, I suppose eventually I should try Arie � a thoughtful Cee 'mented.� Maybe when this body dries up?

Mama? 'mented Delilah.� Mama?� Are you gonna ask Papa to help you make brothers for us?

"I am not sure, Delilah," Jack said, "but I think she already has.� She has some special bodies for making more brothers and sisters for you two.� We're going to see them now."

Well said, Jack.� Corinne 'mented quietly.� You will inseminate me fifty-fifty?

Sure!� Jack still was not used to the idea that his male plumbing allowed him to determine the sex of his offspring.� Cee wanted half of her future children to be male, the other half female.

Both Donna and Delilah's puzzled faces turned to wreathed smiles as they heard their sire's reassurance.

A bluff rose up under them on the way to the cove where Jack had discovered Corinne so many years before.� An old road, cracked and disused, followed their route.� A few minutes of companionable walking brought them just in sight of where the wreckage of a beachfront home had once tumbled.� There was no trace of it now on their left.� On the right stood a lawned woods of mixed oak and conifer.

Arisia's four bodies had gotten good at pacing Jack � and Jack appreciated the young woman's bodies' cat-like smoothness of gait.� Nestled between her wings, there was no chance that his delicate parts would fall off her backs.

She and Jack stopped, surprised, when a dozen golden ape-creatures leaped out of the trees onto the old road.� These were not the size of a King Kong � but they were plenty big enough.� Corrine laughed � all of her that were present � including the giant-ape creatures.� Of course, perched on top of their torsos, where an ape-head would be, was the torso of a Corinne Meadowlark.� Jack considered it an open question as to whether the ape-head would weigh more than the top of these young Cee's.

Oh, Cee!� You didn�t tell me you actually went and did these!� They look like they've turned out well!� Arisia mented.� Jack saw the left eyebrow of her nearest apparition rise in surprise and interest.� Look at the muscles on those ape-arms!

All the better to brachiate with!� Cee mentally laughed.� Yes, they are a little over a year old.� Physiologically about 12 years old.

"Only DD-cup breasts!"� Jack � the inveterate breast man � said that without thinking.

The Corinnes laughed aloud at his reaction.

Truth was, these bodies were honeys, with long curly gold hair all about their bodies.� With both an extra pair of hands and feet with opposable thumbs on each.� These were huge enough to cup an entire Cee human torso in a palm.

I spend A LOT of time grooming myself, Jack, Corinne 'mented.

"I tend the prisoners," the foremost daughter of King Kong said aloud.� "There are a number more of us close by while She is being aired."

Jack looked out into the woods.� Yes.� Pale human skin stretched taut over a huge elongated mound that bulged and rippled halfway up to the tops of the trees � some thirty feet up or more.� The cloning gaster stretched out of sight, back into the woods.� At the end nearest the party, small golden flashes were active.� These were more of Corinne's anthropoid-centaur bodies working.� Probably delivering more Cee bodies.� This evidently was the back end of the prisoner.

Arisia Number Four recited, The cloning body is a maze of digestive, reproductive and pulmonary organs dedicated to the creation of well-developed, precocious clones in large numbers, as determined by the insertable ovaries.� The body requires a neutered female human host.� Her original size is irrelevant, and is needed only to provide a feeding mechanism for the gaster.� Thus the proportions are similar to that of a mature African termite queen.� Gestation periods run from six months to two years, depending on the size and complexity of the clone-pattern.� Cloning technology can be applied to variant patterns of a customer's body.� Unfortunately only females can be cloned

Arisia Number Four sighed.� She covered her front with the palms of her hands, and looked at Jack.� Longingly?� She said quietly, forlornly, "Too bad we can't clone you, Jack."

I'm not sure I want to go there! He telemented gravely.� Then he realized that his response had a double meaning � one to Arisia and another to Corinne.� But then, it was correct whichever way the women about him took it.� Nevertheless he nodded his bull-neck over towards the woods.

I understand, Jack.� Cee looked a little sad.� It is rather boring anyway, watching instance after instance of my clones 'posited every minute from the gaster Arisia grew from the butt of that � vicious creature � we trusted.� That woman will never repent.� And because we trusted her even the second time � she'll live forever.� So she undergoes the discomfort of carrying clones, mine or anyone else's.

"I wish you would relent, Corinne," Jack murmured quietly.� "Delilah and Donna are whole, now."

"Physically, yes.� That's only because their limbs regenerated.� But in the mind?� Not yet � and maybe never.� Believe me, if she had said she was sorry for what she did to us, she would never be here.� But you are a much nicer person than I can be.� Damn it Jack!� She put my children in mortal jeopardy!� She can still do it � as long as she never truly repents.� It comforts me that she's totally immobile now."

A poem by Rudyard Kipling ran through Jack's head.� Something about the female being deadlier than the male.� He shivered.� Corinne was relentless in this matter.� As far as Cee was concerned Sheila Woodward would spend an immortal lifetime in a Tartarus on earth.� Even now he imagined Woodward's human body eating like a pig � and yet constantly on the brink of starvation.� Imprisoned by her body for what she did � for what she yet could do to others' bodies if given a moment of freedom.

And then the man-bull-stallion sighed.� Jack just didn't want to think about it any more.�

Corinne reached forward and patted Jack on his front feral shoulder.� He looked back at her.� Now her expression was soft, all woman � and vulnerable.� She entreated, "Now, let's go look over the bluff."

Jack and the Arisias walked across the road to the grass-covered parking lot.

"Holy �"� The water level of Lake Michigan had gone down several feet in the past few years � it had been a severe dry cycle in the Great Lake drainage basin.� But the much deeper beach or the rebuilt pier was not what surprised Jack.� He gaped as he saw all the Corinnes sunning on the sand and sporting in the waves.

There were many dozens of the palomino gold creatures.� They were centaurs, sort of � and of about four different ages.� Jack, the analytical breast lover, could tell that from the relative size of the breasts of their smooth toned and light browned human torsos.� The older three dozen or so were topless � some had breasts nearly as large as the original Corinne's � some with breasts the size of Corinne's when Jack first met her before her transformation � some with breasts as Cee must have looked like when she was in her late teens.� Perhaps something like a 32-HH bra size might fit the smallest?� Of course, none of Cee's woman's bodies wore brassieres � they were all built-in.

The dozens of younger � perhaps twelve-year-old � Corinne-girls each wore a top � with breasts shaping their blue vests in a way that most mature women would envy.

Below and behind each human torso stretched an incredibly long equine body.� The older bodies had grown very hippy � not as large hipped as Jane in absolute terms � but far more hippy in relation to Corinne's size.� He guessed each Cee stood about nine feet tall.� Each had far more legs than Jane.� They attached to her long sinuous bodies with beautiful, powerful shoulders and muscular butts.

And, of course, each of the grown up creatures was endowed with Cee's udders.� To Jack the contrast of Corinne's mammary glands' bulk and fullness and the woman's lean, slender bodies was her most startling � and alluring � physical trait.� The breasts on these newer bodies were not as full grown as on Cee Number One � but he suspected they were developing rapidly.� And all those udders, one beneath each of the connected rumps!� A few of the older Corinnes were nursing the more recently created Cee bodies.

Centaurpedes, Jack!� Cee giggled as she 'mented him that.� I'm centaurpedes, too.

One hundred legs on each of them!?� Jack worked out the portmanteau word � and then fought down an arousal at the idea of being able to make love to Corinne Meadowlark again.� (And again and again and again �)� He tried to count the long handsome legs on one of the Cee fillies as she � that Corinne � writhed seductively.� With that length of body � of course the woman had created these Corinne bodies especially to take care of him!

He realized that the Arisias, the Annas, Diana and his daughters all stared at Jack.� Expectantly?

"Yes, Jack," the original Corinne said into his ear.� "A lot more of them than Jane has.� More than a hundred of them � and more are being made constantly."� Corinne paused.

Jack knew from experience it was just the sort of pause that meant sensual feelings were passing through Cee's mind.

She continued, "The youngest down there won't be ready for another year � but there's plenty of the older ones to keep you and me busy for that time."� She shifted her equine chest on his back � it had grown subtly deeper and broader over time.� The steep slope of her muscled shoulders had grown her slightly � but definitely � an inch or two taller in the last few years.

But it was her movement that thrilled Jack.� He shifted his huge legs in response.� Cee cooed as his muscles rippled underneath her.� She knew he was on the brink of excitement.

"And you haven't seen all of Corinne's or my other clones, yet!" The Anna riding Arisia Number Four chimed in, reaching from that Arisia's back and grasping Jack's right back fingers in four of her left hands.

Ah!� Jack had telesensed Anna's motivations.� So, she'd gotten wind of Corinne's, Jane's and her sister's "experiments" and had insisted on having a few heteromorphic clones made of herself.� Ones that could accommodate Jack.� Hmm� Undoubtedly the vast-breasted girl had a few 'centaurpede' versions of herself hanging around somewhere.� Anna was flirting with him � again! � in front of Cee.

Enough of this.� He withdrew his hand as politely as he could from Anna's clutches.

No wonder Cee had kept the girl off Jack's back during this trip!� She'd be more trouble than her many massaging hands were worth!� In fact all the Corinnes down at the beach and in the water had paused and were looking up � at him.

He leaned over his front and stared back down at them.� Each of the big Corinne-bodies would be a tighter fit than Jane, but �

"Oh, Jack!� We'll all take it easy on you," Cee said.� "I promise I won't hurt you like the first time we made love."

"Thanks.� I guess."� Jack sounded a little grumpier than he'd intended.� But it had a wonderful effect.

Corinne reached out and entwined Jack's ear with her forearm-length forked tongue.� Insistently she nudged the man's huge hairless human torso about to face her front.� She pressed her right breast into Jack's two left hands and her left into his right hands.� As he began to knead their bulk, and they passed milk, she elevated her torso with her fore knees beneath her.� She kissed him gently above his brow.

Such a gentle man you are! �Jack heard her think.� Their antennae entwined.

Jack broke off their embrace first.� As mildly as he could.

"What's wrong?" Corinne asked aloud as their antennas disentangled.

Jack fingered the diamond solitaire that fitted in the recess of the centauress' human navel.� Corinne's dancer's belly quivered as her stomach muscles reacted to his brushing touch.

Then the man-stallion abruptly turned his torso away from hers, and looked down at the rickety stairs that led up the bluff.� There was a major problem here.

Cee's released breasts drooped a pendulous length � onto the hair of his withers.� Jack sensed that the sagging mirrored an apprehension � an uncertainty about her relationship with him.� Corinne hadn't made physical love with him since � since that day five summers ago.

"I'm just wondering �"

"About what?"� Corinne sounded impatient.� Her normal soprano voice lowered on the last word to a breathy contralto range.� She reached her delicate-fingered hand and brushed them against the soft ribbed rim of Jack's right blowhole nostril.

It twitched, irritated.� Jack sneezed and flagged his enormous horse-tail violently.� The tail's long hair whipped around Corinne's withers.� He turned his torso and head about so the scowling Cee could see his half-embarrassed half-jaunty smile.

"I'm thinking," he said, "about how I am going to get down to that beach without wrecking myself!� Do you have any suggestions?"