Right House

Deciding right, is always the right way to go. Chris decides to go to the house on the right. As he walks pass the fence bushes that separate the lawns, he notices how clean and well down his neighbor lawn is. "Maybe I can pay him to do mine, or at least find out someone who does a good job so I don't have to. Darn neighborhood laws, making me keep up mine." Chris thinks to himself. He looks at the door and notices it was huge. Tall and wider than his. "It must of been customize for whoever lives here to get in and out easier." Chris thinks to himself. He goes up to the door and knocks on it, he soon hears a manly deep voice.

"Coming friend." Says the voice.

The voice sounds Russian and when the door opens. Chris see a very big man that was over a foot taller and at least 3 times his size. Due to his accent, he was clearly Russian and he only had shorts on so Chris saw he had hair all over him. His hair was black and shaggy. His face had a beard a mustache that covered most of his face so he could only see some of the cheeks. His eyes wear black and his hair on his head was short, but looked like it only gets trimmed, rarely. "So many split ends." Chris thought to himself. His arms were the size of tree trunks and his hands look like they could both fit around Chris's head. His arm hair was kind of thick, but it was only on the upper and not lower, but Chris could clearly see the veins on the muscles. His armpits were very hair and shaggy. His chest was big and barreled, and stomach was clearly a beer belie. He had less hair on his chest and stomach so he kind of looked him a gorilla to Chris. Through his shorts, Chris could see it housing a huge bulge. And his legs, were huge. If his arms were just tree trunks, then his legs must be the trunks of co-dominant tress. He must of been working in the back a while ago because he had some sweat on him and smelled a bit musky. The man looks down at Chris and forms a big smile. And the next thing Chris knows, two hair arms are going around him and picking him up and smothering his face into a hairy chest.

"Greetings friend, come in, come in." The man says as he takes Chris out of his chest and brings him to his face to plant a kiss on Chris's cheek. All while walking into the house.