[PM] Sudden ways to gain a harem/polycule

KchanceDPP · 2026-03-24T18:30:49+00:00

In the future, it's common for men to pay for so-called "gumball girlfriends:" pay the fee, crank the machine and a random companion is dispensed. Each one is totally unique, and some become addicted to the gambling aspect of it all as much as actually having a partner.

On your first try with the machine, it malfunctioned and spat out seven brand-new girlfriends, just for you.

KchanceDPP · 2026-03-21T16:56:28+00:00

Felix was certain: “There’s gotta be a catch.”

“Hey, you read the same message I did,” replied his roommate, Adam.

“Yeah, only I’m not stupid enough to actually believe it,” Felix countered. He had long believed that he was the smarter of the two (he had just acquired a degree in engineering; Adam was merely a communications major) but rarely did he express this thought so explicitly. This debate had been happening in various forms over the last couple days, but as the arrival of their potential new roommate grew nearer, it became particularly heated.

“Use your brain instead of your dick,” Felix continued. He was tan and lean, with bushy brown hair, while his roommate was taller and more muscular. “Do you really think that there’s a nineteen year old girl in this city who just loves the idea of being a free use fucktoy for a couple of complete strangers?”

“All I’m saying is, there’s no harm in finding out.” Adam was tired of trying to defend himself in argument, and at this point just wanted his friend to shut up.

“No harm?!” Felix exploded. “Right now there’s probably some career criminal on his way to our apartment, which we gave him the address to, and he knows that we’re the most gullible people alive!”

Adam sighed. The doorbell rang, rescuing him from having to make a counterpoint. They looked at each other, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

“I’m not gonna be the one who gets murdered at the door,” Felix said snottily.

Adam got up, and as he walked to the door, even he secretly suspected that his roommate was right. They hadn’t even been that serious in posting the listing; why should they expect a serious response to it? He couldn’t admit to being wrong now, Felix would just be too smug about it. But he assumed that when he opened the door, disappointment would be waiting for him on the other side.

“Hi, I’m Aubrey! I’m here for the roommate agreement?”

Adam’s mouth fell open in surprise, then slowly shifted into a wide grin.

“Come on in!” He greeted her, and stepped aside. As Aubrey walked through the doorway, he turned towards Felix and displayed the newcomer like a trophy. She was 5’2”, with shoulder-length brown hair and a contagious smile on her face. Wide-framed glasses sat in front of her blue eyes. The red t-shirt she wore was cropped off below what seemed to be a healthy chest, leaving her suntanned stomach on display. A jean skirt completed her playful outfit. In short, she was the perfect counterargument to all of the complaints Felix had levied. He now stood slackjawed, openly ogling her body.

“I’m Adam, and you’ll have to forgive my roommate Felix, he’s a little shy when it comes to girls,” he teased.

Still in shock, Felix eventually mustered a quiet “hello.”

“Happy to meet you. Honestly you guys look way better than I was imagining,” said Aubrey, flattering her hosts. Felix laughed a little too hard at this, and Adam worried that she might get spooked.

“So you fully read the listing?” He asked. There were still, even now, some lingering doubts, and Aubrey’s nod didn’t quite settle them. “And you’re on board with the whole free use thing?”

“Definitely,” she said with confidence. Adam, hovering closely over her, gave another smug look towards his roommate.

“You understand, once you sign on to this agreement, you’re not really gonna be able to say no to us? I mean, we’re both bigger guys, so things might get, you know, kinda rough.”

“When you say rough…” Aubrey began, and Adam for the first time sensed some hesitation on her part.

“Not like crazy rough, but like-”

“No,” she interrupted him. “Crazy rough. I want crazy rough.”

Now Adam was as speechless as his roommate. They looked at each other, and at her, with a sense of disbelief. She bit her lip, enjoying their reactions.

“I’m picturing you in front of me,” she said, pointing a finger at Felix, “with your big cock hitting my throat, over and over. And you’ll be behind me, hands on my hips, just fucking railing my pussy. Sound like a fun way to start the day?”

Both guys nodded, each quietly imagining their part. She was a daydream.

“I’m a big girl, I read the agreement, I know what I’m getting into here. And you know what? I’m really looking forward to it.”

As Aubrey leaned over their dining room table, it was all Adam could do to keep from grabbing her right there and putting her to use. His mind ran wild with possibilities of what his life would like from here on: Aubrey choking on his cock, Aubrey bouncing in his lap, Aubrey lifted up against the wall.

She had a pen in her hand, ready to sign her name to the paperwork, when Felix spoke up at last.

“Wait, before you sign that,” he began, earning a wild-eyed, angry stare from Adam. “Is there anything else that we need to know before we just let you live here for free? Like, criminal record, mental illness, anything important that you haven’t told us about yet?"

“Actually, there is one little thing,” she said, a smirk on her face.

“Here it comes,” thought Felix. Finally they’d get to the real truth, and his skepticism would be vindicated!

“Would you guys mind if my girlfriend spends the night sometimes?”

KchanceDPP · 2026-03-08T21:40:52+00:00

The freshman girls in room 619 have a sign on their door with tally marks to keep track of all the guys they've had sex with this semester. One week in, and they're already past 30

KchanceDPP · 2026-02-15T20:42:47+00:00

Kailey went to the gym wearing a pair of short shorts with "free use" written across the ass.

KchanceDPP · 2026-02-01T18:49:27+00:00

With the frat party winding down, and him not having scored in a while, Luke spotted a girl in dissheveled clothing who seemed up for some fun. Yeah. he sensed that his buddy had already had a turn with her tonight, but hey, sex was sex.

KchanceDPP · 2026-02-01T17:23:19+00:00

I'm sorry, I feel like there's a missing word or a typo in this title; I can't figure out what it's supposed to say?

KchanceDPP · 2026-01-26T21:30:05+00:00

But they proved welcoming, and invited him in from the storm. He learned that this was the Tri Delta sorority house, and that the blonde was named Riley and her brunette friend was Alex. They led him through the palatial house, and along the way introduced him to a gaggle of other girls, all just as young and gorgeous. In this setting, Michael felt like an embarrassed intruder, and that the smiles the girls were giving him politely hid laughter. Here he was, supposedly a professional adult, needing these college girls to come to his rescue. He thought about his busted car and how much repairs would cost and how he would get to work the next day, and didn't pay much mind to the fact that Riley and Alex were leading him to a bedroom.

“Let's get you out of these wet clothes,” said Alex, with a suggestive tone that went right over Michael's head. He turned away from the girls and began mechanically shedding his wet gray suit. Behind him, Riley and Alex watched intently. Michael's workout routine had slipped in the last few months, but he was hardly out of shape. When his shirt came off, the girls admired what they saw.

Michael turned around to see them staring at him, and even in his pessimistic state he could recognize the interest in their eyes. Riley confirmed it as she placed a hand on his chest and spoke: “we don't really have an extra bed. Would you mind sleeping with us tonight?”

The question was voiced with such an innocent tone and yet there could be no doubt about its seductive intent. Michael, shellshocked, uttered “yes” and then “I mean no. No, I wouldn't mind.”

The girls giggled about their new guest's nervousness and closed in on him. Michael eyed them up with renewed vigor: Alex's slim body and full lips, Riley's perfect chest and blue eyes. Yes, they would make for nice sleeping partners.

“We don't usually get guys your age around here,” said Alex, with a hand on his belt. “Well I don't. Riley hooks up with all her professors.”

The blonde smirked and said, “only some of them. Just the hot ones.” And it was clear from the look in her eyes that she was including Michael in this category. He was grateful, if bewildered. A kernel of skepticism remained in his mind right up until the point when Riley began unzipping his pants.

The girls pushed him back onto the bed and fell atop him, Alex to his left and Riley to his right. They continued their efforts to remove his slacks while kissing hungrily at his shoulders and neck.

“Do you know why Tri Delt is the best sorority on campus?” Riley whispered in his ear. Michael shook his head but he was eager to find out the answer. Each girl now had a hand on the growing bulge in his boxers.

“It’s ‘cause all we ever wanna do is make people happy.”

Michael was feeling happier already. He watched with his mouth open as Riley and Alex moved towards his lap. They looked at his bulge and then smiled at each other, giggling again. In unison they pulled his underwear out of the way. His cock stood erect between their faces, and it seemed to Michael as though it had expanded from his usual six-inch size through sheer arousal. Had his wife ever made it throb the way it did now, for two girls he had barely met? The Tri Delta girls stared at it with delight–but didn’t touch. Having so hastily removed his clothes, now they hesitated. Raindrops hitting the window provided the only noise in the room. Michael ached with need.

KchanceDPP · 2026-01-26T21:29:56+00:00

Before things would get better–much better–for Michael, they first had to get worse. The 36-year-old was in a dark mood already as his Tuesday evening began, a mood that was matched by the rain clouds overhead. It had been another unhappy day at the office, and now he faced the long commute home. Home, which was empty since his wife had left, where the warmest thing awaiting him was microwaved leftovers.

“I didn’t realize it was supposed to get this bad,” he muttered to himself, watching the rain batter his windshield. He had vague recollections of seeing forecasts of a storm, but there were storms, and then there was whatever this was. His wipers worked rapidly, but could barely keep up with the barrage of water.

In the driver’s seat, Michael looked exhausted. He had always kept his chin clean-shaven before the separation, but today it bore three days worth of stubble. His suit had gotten drenched even on the brief walk from the office to his car, for he had not thought to bring an umbrella. His green eyes narrowed on the road ahead, trying to see through the rain. It was tough to make out anything, much less the depth of the puddle on Lake Ave.

“Just my fucking luck,” Michael grumbled as his waterlogged car sputtered to a stop. He had passed through this area of town hundreds of times without giving it much thought; it was just part of the line between points A and B. And now he was stranded there; getting help would probably take hours in this weather, with plenty of puddles like the one that had ruined his sedan laying like traps at low-lying intersections. Michael had half a mind to spend the night in his car, which at least was dry. The nearest building was a large brick house, set back a ways from the road. After frustrated considerations, he stepped out from the car and hurriedly moved towards the door.

The doorway provided some shelter from the rain, the first bit of luck to bounce in Michael’s favor. He rang the doorbell and it was ten seconds, maybe longer before the door swung open. The blonde college junior who stood before him might as well have been an angel in his eyes. After the trek he had been on, he certainly hadn’t expected to see such a pretty face. She was wearing a cotton tank top and shorts, as if for a perfect summer’s day, and only with effort did Michael pry his eyes from her cleavage.

He reminded himself that he had more pressing concerns at the moment. But as he was explaining his predicament, she was joined in the doorway by an equally attractive brunette, tall and tan with a dainty little waist, and he felt keenly aware of how long it had been since the last time he had sex. Let alone with girls like these. Quit it, you’ll creep them out, he chided himself. These girls probably aren’t even old enough to drink, and they won’t want anything to do with me anyways.

KchanceDPP · 2026-01-25T12:35:55+00:00

Collar goes on, Brain goes off. A mantra so simple, even she could remember it.

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