User blog:Bobruffains/Realistic WWYD Response (1)

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I wake up, out of bed, yawning. I commence my morning rituals: preparing breakfast, putting on my clothes, stretching, etc.



I check my clock, a family heirloom, and I find that I am running late for work. I quickly panic, running to my wardrobe.



I open it up and take out the most valuable item that had been passed down for many years: a vest. This particular vest enhances the speed of the wearer by a significant degree. I quickly put the vest before exiting my house.



<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">The reason why I am so worried about how late I was is because if I was late again, the owner of the bar would fire me. I am surprised that the owner didn't fire me before due to my "lack of skills" at the job.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">I run outside, towards the bar. However, on my way to the bar, I see many strange things happening. Lots of women with weird looks appear to be ass fucking men. Usually, I would stop and get a better look at this perverse show. However, I was running late to my job, so I kept running to the bar.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">When I got near the bar, I saw something that made my heart sink, a horde of women were running towards me. Some had blue skin, others had scales, while others had hooves for feet. However, they all had two things in common: they had the look of desperate lust in their eyes and a huge, throbbing erection. Only having herd rumors of monster girls raping men, I began to panic.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">I rush towards the bar and lock the door, normally ment to prevent people from stealing the booze stored inside. I ran behind the drinks counter and take a quick glace around the bar and see that the place had been ravaged and is vacant. Soon, the monster girls began to enter in. I run towards the hidden trapdoor behind the drinks counter that leads to the wine cellar. I lock the door to the cellar and hide behind a keg of booze. I begin to cry as I fear for my virgin life and my asshole as the monster girls start banging on the door.