Trey's Triplication

"You know, buddy, you wouldn't be able to handle me even if there were two of you."

The mysterious woman he'd spotted across the bar looked him up and down. He hadn't followed her out of the bar, not exactly. He'd been meaning to leave anyway, already settled up his bill and gotten his card back from behind the bar. Just cause he chugged the last of his beer... They'd been chatting so pleasantly. He'd let her talk about herself, even listened to her. She didn't _owe_ him anything of course, but he hadn't wanted the night to end yet.

Her dress clung enticingly as she walked away from him, form fitting yet obscuring. Here in the dim streetlight on the sidewalk, the ends seemed to be made of shadow or mist, undefined and flowing in the wind of her passage. Must be the beer.

She turned and walked towards the alleyway. Must be parked there or something. He followed without thinking, stepping into the shadows. Sober-Trey would've realized how creepy that was, but he wasn't a bad person. He wouldn't do anything she didn't want him to. Other than talk, maybe just talk. Besides, she didn't seem worried at all.

A black cat sauntered out of the shadows and curled itself around her legs. She picked it up and stroked it behind the ears.

"Well, then I wish there were three of me, but even with just one--"

"You know what? I had fun chatting tonight, so I'll grant you that one. Three it is. But you're still not coming home with me, I don't think Abby would like you very much."

"Hettie..." the cat purred. It looked like a patch of shadow more than a cat now, but neither could speak, right? "What are you up to?"

Trey managed a startled "Wha--" before cutting off when her dress became more and more wispy. It still covered her perfectly, but the edges blurred and her eyes started to glow a fluorescent green. Her voice sounded odd, as if she were chanting, but there was something... She was speaking backwards, and not the regular way some people could, but as if a recording of her voice was played back in reverse. Chills ran down his spine. He started to turn to run when there was a flash of bright viridian light. His vision blurred and doubled, and he braced himself for the pain of being hit in the head.

A flash of sensation so strange passed through him, he swore something touched him on every cell of his body, both inside and out. The world lurched around him unevenly in three directions at the same time. He lost his balance, falling to his knees, three sets of hands on three different stretches of pavement, one in a puddle... He could feel his right palm, dry and wet at the same time. Another had a point of bright pain as it leaned on a piece of gravel.

He retched, emptying three stomachs. The splash of beer and bar snacks landing on the pavement came from all around.

"What did--" The echo of his own voice was disorienting, making it hard to speak. He forced himself to focus, spoke despite the echoing. "What did you do to me?"

"I granted your wish. Or cursed you for being a creep and following a lone woman into a dark alleyway. Really, I thought you were different. Oh, and don't think you can have your wicked way with women more easily now, there's--" a brief, ominous pause "--conditions to this."

He looked around, his vision lurching wildly again. To his left -- was that still a concept that made sense? -- there was another man just like him, and another to his right. His perspective shifted and one of them turned their head while the others didn't. Looking himself in the eye was a dizzying experience.

"I wasn't-- I just enjoyed talking to-- talking to you and-- I'm sorry, I didn't-- I would never--"

"Oh, I know you wouldn't, I can read people that well at least. Let's just say you wouldn't be here if I thought you would. Here." She flipped a business card onto the ground in front of one of him. "If you want me to undo this, come see me in a month. But remember, being a creep has little to do with intentions."

With that, he watched as she lifted off the ground a couple of inches and vanished in a burst of wind and a flash of more green light.

---

He woke up with a splitting headache. Willing himself to go back to sleep didn't work. Awareness of the world around him came slowly, starting with the blinding white light from the open curtains. He wasn't alone in bed. He felt otherworldly, like his limbs didn't belong to him.

Trey opened his eyes again. The visual jumble was worse than expected. Christ, how much had he had to drink last night? He seemed to be in his own bed, but who had he brought home? That mysterious woman from the bar?

He sat bolt upright and fell out of the side of the bed simultaneously. Still curled up in the blankets, he grunted at the impact and forced down a retch trying to empty an already empty stomach.

"Fuck." The word echoed from three mouths.

Staying where he was, he tried to focus. So that hadn't been some horrible nightmare. He had been cursed, and this was real, even if it was utterly impossible. He had three bodies now. They were all him. One mind, utterly overloaded with sensory input. Comfortable sheets, hard floor, three points of view.

Trey closed his eyes. He could deal with the sound. Deal with the conflicting sense of touch and the smells and as long as he laid still all the rest. Vision was too messed up to contemplate though. Even with his eyes closed, the veins on the inside of his lids danced in eye watering ways, like looking at one of those crazy dot pictures that was supposed to look 3D.

Slowly, he tried opening one eye. The world lurched again. Christ, how had he even managed to get home last night? A vague memory of stumbling and managing to hail a cab, then a very confused driver opening the door to his apartment for him. He tried to focus on one field of vision. His eyes started to hurt, but he pushed through until he could look around the room without wanting to throw up. The world was still visual cacophony, and opening both eyes made the whole thing even more difficult.

The next step was to try to move just one body. He smacked himself in the head, jammed his hand against the bedframe, the wall, even punched himself in the balls once, but finally he managed to raise just one arm.

"Fuck yeah!" Three voices said in unison.

Another thirty minutes of practice, and he managed to have his body on the floor crawl and then unsteadily stumble into the bathroom. His bladder ached, and telling which one was impossible. He didn't trust his control enough yet to release the flow on just one of him anyway.

The process of getting his second body to the bathroom was a little easier. He even managed to walk the third one over somewhat normally.

Figuring the toilet was too small of a target for now, he turned the shower on and peed into the bathtub, then stumbled to the kitchen one by one, thanking everything he believed in that he didn't have work for three more days. After emptying his bladder -- well, bladders -- and having some Tylenol with ample water, he felt a little better.

It took him most of the morning to make breakfast, even if it was just sandwiches. He kept knocking things over, bumping, even falling over. Falling was the worst, because in a moment of panic, he'd lose the individual control over his bodies and catch himself, either punching something or in one case falling over a second time.

He ordered lunch and dinner off Uber Eats, not trusting himself with the stove yet, and spent the rest of the day trying to process what had happened, and relearn even the most basic skills. The whole experience horrified him at first. He was a freak of nature now. Well, not nature. But a freak nonetheless. He'd have to buy more clothes, do more laundry... How would he have enough control and focus to work? How could he ever find a partner now, or even entertain? Lock two of him in the bedroom when he had friends over?

He felt like trash over following the strange woman into the alley. He never would have sober, but was this punishment fair? He never would've done _anything_, even if he acknowledged that making someone that uncomfortable was enough. Maybe it was fair.

Sleep was hard. He tried piling into the same bed again, but it wasn't made for three bodies and his elbows kept jabbing his ribs. Finally, he gave up and put the inflatable mattress he kept for guests on the floor and laid down on that, his bed, and the couch. Finding a suitable position for three bodies took a while, but finally he managed to drift off to sleep.

By the evening of his second day as triplets, the horror of the situation had settled down to an odd acceptance of a new reality. It felt like a weird sort of grieving. He knew it should bother him, but the more used he got to moving about with three bodies, the less it bugged him.

---

The last day of his long weekend, Trey woke up with a painful erection. Three painful erections. He tried to roll over and get back to sleep, but the curtains in the living room weren't quite closed all the way and the room was too bright. Drifting off with two bodies and having one be wide awake was such a weird sensation he forced himself awake the rest of the way.

He peed, still in the bathtub for now, then tried to make breakfast. It was a lot easier now, sleeping well and the practice the last couple of days let him control his bodies mostly independently. He still knocked a glass of orange juice over when he burned his other self making bacon, but his third self managed to catch the glass before it hit the floor without number one winging the greasy pan across the kitchen.

Even breakfast didn't make his erection go away. Every time it went down a little, he would think of trying to suck his own dick when he was in college. He refused to acknowledge the thought that now he could. The internet had told him that it felt like sucking dick a lot more than it felt like getting your dick sucked anyway so he'd stopped trying.

What would sucking dick feel like, though? The thought skittered across his horny mind like a droplet of water on a hot skillet. He'd never admit it out loud, but he'd always wondered. There had never been an opportunity to... Not really. But now?

Washing the dishes after breakfast was so much easier now. He scrubbed, he dried, he put away, and was done in three minutes flat. Patting himself on the back for a job well done, he burst out laughing. A shower was next, the three of him piling into the tub.

Trey always liked showering with other people, though in the past it had always been girlfriends or one night stands. Brushing against cocks instead of boobs felt a little weird at first, but then it really was just his own. Washing his other's backs saved him from getting the back scrubber he always forgot to grab from the shelf and should really just hang in the shower.

As he washed his junk, he checked himself for lumps as he always did. On a random whim, he stopped and checked in a circle instead, each body checking the next one. Having his balls touched felt kinda nice, even if it was him touching. It felt like masturbating with his left hand, just unusual enough to be extra stimulating. Without even thinking, his hands shifted, grasping the shafts. At first, he just cleaned himself, but stroking his cocks up and down felt so good, he didn't want to stop.

Trey was a little disappointed that it felt mostly like using his left hand. Just a little different, not really noteworthy or mind blowing. He hadn't really expected it to, but still... It was a little better, but maybe that was just because he had three cocks now.

Not wanting to deal with the sticky, drain clogging mess that was jerking off in the shower, he finished washing and toweled off. He liked to air-dry by laying on the bed for a bit after showering, but with three of him there that wouldn't work.

"Fuck, this is going to take a lot of getting used to," one of him said.

"I'll have to buy a bigger bed."

"Or more beds."

All three of him laughed.

"I think I'm going insane."

"That's what talking--"

"--to yourself means, right?"

"But _fuck_, I still want to jerk off."

Trey pulled out his phone and opened PornHub. Without even really thinking, he put in "double blowjob", one of his favorite fantasies, and scrolled through the results. He'd been dying to know what it was like from the second he'd seen the first video, years and years ago. Three hands wrapped around three cocks as the three of him leaned back against the wall next to his bed.

Thirty seconds into the first video, his attention started to slip. He'd tried _everything_ over the years to make masturbation feel more interesting. Everything he could do _then_. But now...

One of hims kept watching the video as the other two repositioned. Seeing his cock so close up was weird. He was intimately familiar with it, but at the same time could only ever see it from a foot or more away. With two sets of eyes, he could see the entire thing simultaneously. That had taken some getting used to earlier, when he'd been relearning walking around his kitchen, but it seemed that three brains were as plastic as one.

Hes hesitated, lips parted, an inch away. He'd never done this. Well, one time with a cucumber cause he was curious, but he'd gotten bored three seconds in and felt goofy afterwards. His cocks throbbed, a drop of precum leaking out in two distinct perspectives. Following its path as it ran down his shaft, Trey couldn't resist anymore. He wrapped his mouth around his shaft and ran his tongue along his balls.

His cock felt _massive_ in his mouth, even if it was just average in size. Three throats moaned as his tongue circled the head of his cock.

"Oh fuck," Trey said with his one unoccupied mouth.

The video showed both women licking along the side of the shaft, then kissing the head from both sides, so he tried to emulate them. The two of him closed their eyes, eye contact with himself still felt awkward and odd, but the feeling of two sets of lips on his sensitive head was exquisite.

He followed along as best he could with the video for a while, only holding off when the blonde tried to deepthroat the male actor. The sensations in his cock were transcendent. He loved regular blowjobs, and it stood to reason that he'd love double blowjobs even more, but there was something else to this as well. He knew _exactly_ what felt good, and could adjust how his tongues and lips moved however felt the best with zero guess work.

Bobbing his head up and down on his shaft as he sucked one of his balls into his mouth, Trey could feel his orgasm approaching rapidly. It felt a little odd, a little more focused on one body than on all three, but oh god, it felt so good.

The taste was familiar enough, he'd tried his own before. It wasn't unpleasant, just not really his thing. Until now. Knowing he'd managed to get himself off with his mouth on the first try gave him a sense of pride that made him moan as much for the ecstasy coursing through him as the fruits of his labor landing on his tongue.

His other cocks twitched, but his other bodies didn't quite go over the edge. He could feel a sense of satisfaction settle in but it was overpowered by a need for more, a need to bury himself deep and...

He dug some lube out of the nightstand, not really letting himself think. Horny brain was strong, but horny brains even stronger. The one of him that had cum knelt on the bed, bent forward. The one with the mouth full of cum got behind himself, rubbing his asshole with a lubed up finger.

He used a finger back there sometimes, when he was feeling adventurous, but he wasn't ready for the pressure of a real cock spreading him apart. He forced himself to relax, applied some more lube and tried adding a second finger.

Trey moaned as the second finger slipped in and moved his third self over onto the bed in front of his prone self. He slipped his cock into his mouth just as his other cock pressed against his ass again, slipping in with relative ease this time.

"Oh, fuck yes," two unoccupied mouths moaned simultaneously. "God, that's so tight."

He'd thought it would feel more like getting fucked than fucking, but oh god, that didn't matter at all anymore. Feeling his cock buried in a tight ass and mouth simultaneously was amazing enough, but with every little shift and twitch, his prostate sent a shock of pleasure through him. He started fucking himself slowly at first, applying plenty more lube and taking his time to get further inside of himself inch by inch.

Trey couldn't decide which he liked more, the unbelievably full feeling deep inside of him, or the heat and pressure around his cock. As he started fucking himself more vigorously, he decided it didn't matter and just tried to focus on sucking his own cock.

He'd always been quiet when he was masturbating, but this felt so good he couldn't stay quiet anymore. Every time he slammed into himself balls deep, he let out a little grunt, his cock hardening again so soon after his first orgasm.

All three Treys repositioned so he could lay flat on his stomach, top-Trey laying on top of him. Bottom-Trey and top-Trey sucked the cock of his third body as top-Trey's ass rose and fell, driving into bottom-Trey. Bottom-Trey's cock pressed against the bed, pointing down between his legs and rock hard. In the new position, he hit his prostate over and over again, every thrust ramming into him harder and harder.

"Oh fuck," three voices said.

He felt three orgasms build simultaneously, shifting just so, slowing down here and speeding up there to try to get there at the same time with all three bodies. He was in heaven, hovering right at the edge, knowing it was inevitable and that it was going to be one of the best orgasms of his entire life.

Two more thrusts, a whimper, and it hit. The feeling of heat spreading deep in his ass set off him that was getting a blowjob, which in turn pushed bottom-him over the edge. The three of him trembled, one collapsing onto the other as he rode through the most prolonged orgasm he'd ever had. Three fields of vision blurred and all he could hear was the blood rushing through three sets of ears.

He felt drained and satisfied in a way he hadn't in a _long_ time, maybe ever. He lay panting tangled up in his own limbs for a long time before finally admitting that he needed another shower and needed to clean his sheets.

---

Hettie lounged around Abby's studio, watching her love work as she stroked her familiar Tibbers behind the ears.

"I don't think he's going to show up, Het," Abby said as she tied off the final stitch for the new leather axe cover she was working on. "You sure he's still alive? I thought you said they usually end up so confused and disoriented they can't care for themselves at all."

"Oh, he's alive. I checked in on him occasionally. He was a creep, but not bad enough to kill. Not by a long shot. I'd have stepped in if he hadn't gotten the hang of things."

Abby gave her a disapproving look, as if teaching folks ironic lessons wasn't something witches had been doing for time immemorial. Or at least immemorial for regular humans. Hettie had to admit calling this irony was a bit of a stretch, but it had been _funny_, damnit, and sometimes that had to be good enough.

She felt him approach before the door to the little shop attached to Abby's studio opened, admitting three well put together gentlemen who appeared to be identical triplets. If he'd been a _hair_ more handsome, she'd fuck him before undoing her curse and reintegrating him.

"Hi," one of them said awkwardly. "I'm Trey."

Hettie grinned. "Oh, I remember you, Trey. I suppose you want me to undo--" she gestured at the three of him "--this?"

"I'm actually here to apologize. What I did that night was creepy as fuck. Following lone women into alleys is inexcusable, no matter what, and I've done a lot of soul searching since, well..." Now it was his turn to gesture. "So, I'm sorry for any discomfort I've caused."