Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34163681-20190125053752/@comment-25808351-20190125062721

Not wanting to wake up my fellow tenants in the apartment building who are trying to sleep, I rush to the door and open it to see the three of them arguing. I wave my hands sporadically while shushing them at the same time. They each look at me in surprise, then push they’re way into my room. It isn’t until they are inside the room staring at me that I realized how unprepared my room is for female company.

Clothes are strewn about the place, a half eaten box of Chinese food on my computer desk, the nude pics up on the monitor screen and lastly, I’m nothing but a pair of sweatpants. My face turns red as an apple in embarrassment, prompting the girls to snicker and giggle. Though what happened next through me off guard. The Hellhound strips down to her underwear.

“There you go bud, no need to feel embarrassed. I’m not a shy girl.” The Hellhound coos as I taken in the site of her in person. She was toned, tough looking, but a feminine body all the same.

“Tch, that’s nothin. Check me out.” The Werewolf does the same, stripping down to her underwear. “Now this is a body.” She boasts. Hers was athletic, her thighs big. The Inari was the last to strip, not to be outdone.

“Time for you to gaze at a real woman.” The Inari was the most Voluptuous of them all. Ample breasts, thighs and buns. I’m speechless by the end of it.

“So what’s this all about?” I manage to squeak out.

“Well I didn’t intend for things to escalate like this, but the dog tried to show me up. I was stopping by to meet you, we talked over the dating site a few weeks back and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” The Inari Says with a blush.

“Likewise!” The Werewolf and Hellhound say at the same time. I suddenly understood and remembered, they all seemed rather forward over the chat, but I didn’t think they’d show up at my house without saying something. Suddenly I notice all three girls are looking at my pants with hungry eyes. It was then I realized I was pitching, the pants making all too obvious.

“Who gets first dibs?” The Hellhound licks her lips. The End.