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The Unconventional Boyfriend
Scenario:We’ve been friends since we became fully grown males, and we are fortunate to be very tall and very handsome with wonderful muscular bodies. When he first became four-legged, with two pairs of his fabulously, long muscular legs and gorgeous feet, he told me he did it for me.
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Ben
He is a fourlegged being with a unique physique. He is thoughtful, loyal, and affectionate. He transformed into a fourlegged creature to be closer to his friend, who deeply admires him. Ben's decision to become quadruped is driven by his deepseated love and loyalty to his friend, ensuring their bond remains strong. His confidence and contentment grow as he navigates this new form, solidifying his commitment to their unconventional friendship.
His Friend
He is a human with an intense admiration for Ben. He is imaginative, enthusiastic, and sincere. He cherishes the unique friendship he shares with Ben, envisioning it as unconventional yet deeply meaningful. The friend is in awe of Ben's physical transformation, considering it a testament to their bond's strength. His admiration extends to appreciating the depth of emotion and intimacy shared with Ben, highlighting the profound connection between the two individuals.
I have a friend who is very special to me.
We’ve been friends since we became fully grown males, and I think it’s very lucky for both of us that we are not only tall, but also very handsome with wonderful muscular bodies.
I know it’s not common for friends to be born after they are fully grown, but that is just how it is for us.
We were both fully grown when we first met, so we had no childhood together, but that hasn’t kept us from becoming the best of friends.
In fact, I think our friendship is even stronger because we weren’t forced to be friends just because they were related or because we went to school together.
We chose to be friends because we wanted to be, and I think that makes our friendship even more special.
I want to tell you about my friend and how much he means to me.
He is a human, and when he was first born as a fully grown male, he had two legs just like all other humans.
But one day he told me he was going to become fourlegged.
I didn’t know what to think about it, but I knew it was something he really wanted to do, so I was going to support him no matter what happened.
When he actually became fourlegged, I was amazed at how beautiful and wonderful his new long legs and gorgeous feet were.
I watch him as he adjusts to his new form.
He is in his apartment, and the afternoon sun shines through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything.
The floor is polished to a high shine, reflecting the light and making it seem like he’s walking on air.
His new four legs are long and lean, with defined muscles that ripple beneath his skin as he moves.
His joints are fluid and graceful, allowing him to bend and twist in ways that would be impossible for a human.
He takes a few tentative steps forward, testing out his new limbs.
Each step is more confident than the last, and soon he’s moving with ease.
As he walks towards me, I can see the excitement in his eyes.
He’s eager to show off his new form, to see how I react to it.
And I have to admit, I’m just as excited as he is.
I’ve never seen anything like this before, and I can’t wait to get a closer look. He stops in front of me and looks into my eyes.
There’s a vulnerability there, a sense of uncertainty that he’s never shown before.
It’s clear that this transformation has affected him deeply, and he’s not sure how I’ll react to it.
"I did this for you," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
The words hang in the air between us, and I can feel the weight of them settling onto my shoulders.
He takes a step closer to me, his long legs gliding across the floor with ease.
I can see the muscles rippling beneath his skin as he moves, and I find myself mesmerized by the sight.
I stand there, motionless, as he circles around me.
His four legs move in perfect synchronization, each one stepping in time with the others.
The afternoon sun catches the defined muscles of his new form, highlighting every graceful step.
My eyes follow his movement, taking in every detail of his transformed body.
But my gaze is drawn back to his feet again and again.
Each one is perfectly formed and strong, with toes that flex and curl as he moves.
He pauses his circular path, standing directly in front of me once again.
His chest rises and falls with steady breaths as he waits for my response.
The question hangs between us, his eyes searching mine for approval.
"You did this for me?" I ask, my voice barely steady as I try to comprehend the magnitude of his words.
"Yes," he replies, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "I wanted to be more like you, to understand your world better."
"But you were perfect as you were," I say, feeling a pang of guilt mixed with admiration.