10:45am
William couldn't understand how Vincent was still working here. All he did all day was mutter to himself and type on his computer.
William had gone back to his spreadsheets, slipping in his headphones as he continued to log the calls and purchases he had gotten earlier in the day. He was good at his job and he wasn't going to slack off after a hot streak like others might have.
Vincent was excited. He had tested one level of awareness and now he was going to test another. He clicked windows and typed commands and pressed submit, watching for the change to take place.
Instantly, two arms burst out of William's shirt, completely blowing out the sides of the shirt underneath the armpit. William kept typing, moving his head slightly to the lo-Fi music he listened to while doing monotonous tasks. The extra pair of arms were just as ripped as William's old pair. They stretched a bit and then went to work ripping off the rest of the shirt.
Vincent couldn't see it all in person. William's back was facing him. But he watched on the computer as the two lower arms did away with the shirt, unbuttoning where they could and ripping where they couldn't. In the screen, Vincent could see William's augmented pecs and pierced muscle tits.
William didn't adjust his posture at all. The hands of his that were under his control kept typing and moving filling sells on item order forms and processing pages.
The bottom set of arms weren't done. They reached down and unbuckled the belt. William leaned back and stretched his arms and Vincent thought for a moment that the "unaware" setting had erred. But after a moment, he focused back in on his work and so did the other pair of hands, having used the momentary shift of posture to pull down the tight trousers and open the fly. They hadn't been gentle and had ripped off the button of the slacks sending it pinging somewhere underneath the desk.
The hands tugged William's dick out of the jockstrap that had been gifted to him only 20 minutes before and began to jerk the large pole. William didn't notice his fuckstick (that's what Vincent thought about the enchanced member) being manhandled by his newest appendages. He just kept working. But the hands got it hard and throbbing. The left hand reached up to what William recalled being his hydroflask but was now an xl fleshlight and began to work the device over his apple-red cockhead. Both lower hands began to work the rubber pussy over his dick, alternating between short and long thrusts, fast and slow ones, pumping at a pace meant to maximize pleasure.
11:00am
William was cumming. All of a sudden it was like a wave of pleasure was rolling over him. He let out a grunt looking down at his lap and saw the other pair of hands pumping and pumping and pumping the cylinder on his junk. He wanted to scream. He wanted to shout but all that came from his mouth was a muffled moan as his cock spurted shot after shot of jizz into the flashlight. He tried to wrench the device from his dick but the two lower arms fought him. The jostling caused him to spill the contents of his load all over his khaki pants.
As the flesh light fell from both sets of hands, his new right hand reached down and scooped up a glob of the spent spunk and forced it into William's open mouth. William had been trying to scream, trying to get some kind of help but he was silenced as the gloop was tossed past his lips and two hands clamped over his mouth. The musky taste hit his tongue and he wanted to gag but he soon found himself greedily swallowing the liquid.