This choice: The otter trips and falls in! • Go Back...Chapter #4A calamity of error-prone otters by: Danath   Leo, standing near the bedroom door, watched as the procession of otter investigators passed by underbreast. The booby red-furred wolf's bathrobe wrapped around his immense chest, keeping the enormous orbs somewhat in place despite revealing the deep valley of cleavage between them. Below, the hint of his plump and oversized male bulge filled a pair of red-hearted boxer shorts peeking through the robe under the belt. He wasn't thrilled about having so many strangers in his room all at once - especially not strangers employed by SynTech. Though nothing ever really bad happened, shenanigans constantly seemed to occur whenever he got involved. But when it came to strange phenomena appearing in his closet, he wasn't sure who else to call. At least the otters seemed competent and able.
Leo winced as he watched the lead otter stumble forward, having been bumped from behind in a chain reaction of tripping on tails, falling into chests, and even bouncing off of Leo's huge chest and hips, causing each and every otter to tumble into the closet and disappear into the inky black darkness of the orange-ringed portal.
Alarmed, the busty red wolf tried to grab for the last one, but missed, and ended up in front of the portal, staring as the technician's blue jumpsuit disappeared.
"H-hey! Wait, that can't be good," Leo said, taking a step back. "I guess... I should call and let the company know? I mean..."
The wolf realized he dropped his phone during the earlier squeaking trip-n-bounce-n-tumble. He turned around and started looking on the floor. He saw it near the bed, under the nightstand, and got down on all fours to retrieve it. His rump stuck up in the air, large and round beneath his tail, which lifted his bathrobe higher, while his tight boxer shorts pulled tight.
"C'mere, you... just... about... got it..." Leo grunted as he squeezed forward. His huge breasts made it hard to get himself low to the floor, and as they spread, he could feel a familiar pleasurable tingle spreading through the massive jugs. Unbidden, his boxer shorts tented, filling with even more thick wolfmeat as he rubbed against the carpet. "Almost... there..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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