Frank gave it a moment of thought. “I was going to cook supper soon, but I might come by afterwards.”
The mention of food made Kara’s stomach growl. It was yet another thing to add to the list of discomfort that continued to plague her body. “Oh jeez... I wish you hadn’t said that. I’m famished.”
“Do you suppose any takeout places are still open?” Henry asked.
“Hard to say...” Kara replied. “Lot’s of businesses have been closed since the outbreak started.”
“Frank... Why not join us for supper? I’ll see if that pizza place down the street is still open. If not we can just cook something at my place.”
Frank hesitated, but finally said. “Alright. I’ll meet you over there. Just let me see if I can find something to wear besides this blanket.”
Henry and Kara left for her apartment while Frank went to find something to wear. He had no trouble slipping on a shirt, but didn't own any three legged pants. While he considered his options, he pulled three socks from a drawer. Unlike his legs, these penises could be bent in any given direction, making it easy for him to hold each shaft upright while he slipped socks over the glands. They twitched from the stimulation. It felt like he was putting on cloth condoms, pulling back his foreskin as they went.
He did his best to ignore the dirty thoughts, knowing that his new friends were be waiting. The socks dulled the feeling of his bare skin against the floor, making it a little easier to walk. All things considered, he was dressed. Admittedly, the majority of his three shafts were still visible, but each head was hidden in a sock. Without a groin or ass, he really didn’t need pants. Consequently, he began to wonder how he’d use the restroom if the need presented itself.
He brushed the thoughts aside, guessing that he would just pee from one of his new ‘legs’ and went to the bathroom to get a towel to wrap around his waist. At the time, it was his best idea; albeit somewhat inconvenient. A better option appeared in the form of his bath robe hanging on the door. It wasn’t exactly formal wear, but would do the job well enough. He cinched the belt around the base of his cocks and looked in a mirror mounted on the bathroom door. If not for the third ‘leg’ visible under the robe, he could pass as normal. Feeling relatively satisfied with his appearance, he left his apartment and made his way towards Kara’s door...