No, *he* shouldn't

"Go get the door," Dave said. Whether it was fatigue after a hard-won orgasm or the bone affecting him, who could say, but Dave wasn't really concerned about the door. Having a sweaty naked redhead answer the door seemed fun. If it got out of hand, he had a little bit of omnipotence in his hands. He pointed at one of the triplets at random. Melissa, maybe. As long as he had the bone, he was secure.

"What the fuck happened to your boobs, Melissa?" a deep voice asked. So it was Melissa!

"No, I'm Danielle, duh," she responded. Okay, Dave still needed a way to tell them apart. He could do that. He started cupping Rachel-or-Melissa's tits. Not even mauling them, just holding and gently squeezing. "I'm your girlfriend, Wayne, shouldn't you be able to recognize me?"

"What happened to your boobs? Why are you naked?" The voice from the door entered into the living room. He was young, handsome, tall light-skinned black guy with a loose curly fro. Dave had seen him occasionally pick up and leave with one of the triplets before. Clean shaven and glasses.

"Oh, Dave made us his slaves, and grew our boobs and hair. Don't you love them?" She started to shake her giant titties vigorously up and down. "Plus, we get to fuck him all we want!"

"What?" Wayne said mystified, "How'd he change your boobs? You're fucking someone else?"

"Stop right there," Dave said, wandering into the living room, accompanied by Rachel, whom he had had his hand cupping her ass, and Melissa who came in on all fours like a dog.