A rocky start for Tabitha's ring exploits

I squinted my eyes at my the glowing surface of one of my three high-end computer screens. They all had great visual fidelity and were capable of the finest frame rates and top notch displays, but every day, I was **** to look at boring e-mail programs and development software instead of stunningly rendered hentai games and mods to non-hentai games! That's the cruel fate of a woman who must work to live.

Even still, despite my earlier bitching that I had a real life to attend to and important people to communicate with, I found myself feeling ridiculous, forcing myself to tear my eyes from the practically nude vision of a woman to my left to focus my eyes upon the monitor. Even if the girls did show up in their underwear, did that compare to the glory of Regina's perfect, pagan appeal? Greek goddesses are becoming increasingly popular in anime, you know? The aesthetic is everywhere. She's wearing just enough to make you think of her as some pagan god of love... or chaos, maybe.

"Your specific wish was that you'd all take part in this 'Boom conference' dressed in your respective undergarments, correct?" Regina asked idly, looking up from one of my doujin books with a mischievous, catty look in her eyes.

I didn't like that one bit! This felt like an evil genie waiting to fleece me. Regardless, I nodded like a doofus.

As soon as she snapped, I realized the mistake in the logic. She literally fleeced me! My fleece sweater vanished, leaving me in just my pink bra-and-panty set, with colorful anime characters printed and stretched across the back seat of the panties, thankfully hidden by the chair. You might think I would have screamed girlishly, thinking everyone was going to see my over-sized boobs, but it wasn't those I was worried about-- it was my gut! I have like two or three times the belly mass of these fit girls, always covered by some kind of shirt or top. Now it was going to hang out for all of them to see, where even the comforting half-frame of the Boom call won't hide it!

I grabbed the camera desperately, intending to adjust it, when my body suddenly froze, holding the camera up to my stunned face. I dropped the tool dumbly. Gina had appeared on screen... There was no doubting the ring's power any more, after seeing this!

Speaking of rings, Gina had always sort acted as the ring-leader of my old group of friends. That's why I blamed her the most for us breaking up! What good is having the well-spoken, composed one of the four if she doesn't act as the voice of reason when we start to drift apart? Why was I the one having to come up with the scheme to pull us back in? Anyways, these days, Gina is still the one of all of us who still has her shit most together and she's also the biggest workaholic out of all of us. In case you were wondering, I'm the smallest workaholic... Nah, I phrased that wrong! Rather, I'm the least addicted to my work. I can't call myself the smallest anything, with this big, fat, stupidly tall body of mine.

While she's always been nice, she has a bit of a stick up her ass when it comes to work focus... That's led her to stay out of relationships, despite being super hot and, at least nowadays, big money. As such, I hadn't seen her wear anything less tasteful than a button-up blouse since college. You can only imagine how surprised I was when she appeared on screen with nothing more than a lacey, emerald green bra covering her round, well-sized breasts! With nothing else covering her lightly tanned, freckled body, I could make out all sorts of details I'd always wondered about... the placement of every freckle! Oh and the shape of her! A perfect, model-like hourglass that riddled me with bullets of horniness, mixed in with an undertone of self-consciousness! If her underwear had been a little sluttier, I'd probably have to turn off my camera and start masturbating to my friend's Boom camera feed, just like that.

Today, Gina wasn't even wearing her glasses. Her pretty, bright green eyes were opened wide in shock, perhaps realizing either her state of dress or mine. She wasn't even wearing lipstick or eye-shadow, though she still looked nice without them, especially with that gorgeous hair of hers brushed and proper for our meeting. It's red and long, down past her shoulder blades, but straight, not curly, like a certain famous western celebrity's. The only bothersome part was her expression; her mouth was hanging open in that indignant look I mentioned earlier. "Tabitha," she sighed, finally regaining her composure and crossing her arms beneath those luscious breasts, pushing them up slightly and causing my eyes to widen. "I know professionalism isn't your strong point, but this is a little ridiculous. Your camera..."

"H-Hey! I'm not the only one in my underwear!" I countered that before I could begin to doubt the wisdom of pointing holes in my own magic's logic.

"Hm? Of course I'm in my underwear. Those were the terms of the meeting, right?" Gina questioned, reaching to push up her glasses. When she found nothing there, her frown fell a bit and her eyebrow piqued. It was clear she was struggling to explain the lack of eyewear to herself and finding no answers for it. "But I'm not the one thrusting my boobs into the camera... You always were a bit of a nut." The girl smiled, seeming a little nostalgic for a moment. Nostalgic was good! I wanted her to be nostalgic. "I assume the others are on their way?"

I assured Gina they were. Like clockwork, Viviane-- or Vivi, as I called her back when we were still on better terms-- showed up next. She was one of those really colorful lesbians, the type that dyes their hair a bright shade-- from natural black to electric blue, in her case. At the moment, that was the least interesting part of her appearance! Ordinarily, this girl was dressed all in black like some kind of hacker from a AAA video game or a movie. Right now, she was instead clad in just a plain, black bra, offering a bit of push up to her unremarkable assets. We could see her body, as pale as mine but as skinny as mine was fat. She normally hid all of this... and right now, she was showing it off like there wasn't a thing strange about it! Oddly, it looked like she'd even removed her stud earrings and goth makeup for the call... She looked like a totally different person. I was glad she hadn't gone through with the nose piercings. Getting those out probably would have been a pain for her.

"Woo, First Inaugural Underwear Boom Conference," Vivi smirked, leaning her cheek on her fist. Like me, without her makeup, she had the clear, dark bags around her eyes of a girl who regularly pulls all-nighters on the internet. Unfortunately, those all-nighters didn't include me any more! She'd gotten into first-person shooter games now... What kind of creative team member plays games with no cute characters, I ask you?! Besides that, she seemed to spend a lot of time on extracurricular activities that were a bit too shady for the rest of us to ask about.

With her design, I was basically Chang, the fat guy with the chain-ball from King of Fighters, and she was Choi, the little skinny one. Look it up if you don't know who I'm talking about. She was the type to clam up if we ever started talking about anything sexual, but I figured she was a lesbian like the rest of us, based on how she used to get when we talked about those kinds of things... kind of uncharacteristically quiet and fidgety, like maybe she was still closeted. Seeing her in that little black bikini set was driving me crazy! She looked like a cute little doll, like something I'd put up with my other figures and statuettes.

Finally, fashionably late and fashionable as always, came Rene. "Bonjour from France!" she greeted the conference. She was a globetrotter, alright, and a real cheeseball. I'd really underestimated how strange it would be to see her without her fancy clothes, accessories, or even her make-up, which she was rapidly rubbing off of her face with a cleaning tissue. Under all of that she was... still too fucking pretty, like a fairy! Those smiling blue eyes, mischievously curving lips, and curled blond hair, stopping just short of her shoulders, made her look every bit as ethereal as the chained up, mythological ring spirit that had invaded my room. Her long, natural eyelashes still stood out... I always thought they were fake! Damn it all! I'm so jealous!

Ahem, but back to her state of dress. She was... totally topless! What's going on?! I can see her perfect, pink nipples, standing out against that deeply sun-tanned skin of hers. The camera went down so far that we can see the stringy straps of something gold-colored on the bottom, along with a diamond naval piercing and the fact that her tan is very, very thorough. I couldn't help but ask out loud: "why aren't you wearing a bra?!"

"You asked us all to show up in our underwear, right? I don't normally wear a bra," she chuckled, cupping one hand to her mouth to hide a slutty grin.

In hindsight, that made sense. You wouldn't think a girl with big boobs like hers would go without, but she does wear some pretty light, airy clothing otherwise, like loosely buttoned silk shirts or practically shear dresses. Back in the day, I often enjoyed seeing her nipples poke through her t-shirts, when she dressed a little more grungy and college-like. Those really were the good old days. Right now, though, she's dressed in less than I've ever seen her wear before, shamelessly smiling at all of us...

"Are these actually the good-now days?! Maybe the limitless power of this ring isn't such a bad thing! Maybe I should use it more right now!" The thoughts all occurred to me as a dizzying stream of consciousness. Out of the corner of one eye, I could see Regina grinning over at me, much like Rene was doing. The two could be sisters, really. They were both blond, curvy in all the right places, and dressed about as skimpily. I tried to wipe further horny thoughts from my mind and focus on why I summoned them all here. I needed to keep taking advantage of this weird scenario, where each of them had come in their underwear without second guessing a thing. "Gina, Vivi, Rene... I have an announcement to make..."

"Are you trying to put together a game night or something? I can't think of why else you'd have called us all up like this," Vivi commented, looking frustratingly unenthused about the idea.

"Well, fuck! There's the wind out of my sails," I thought to myself, while cradling my messy hair in both hands. This situation was too surreal... I had no idea how to fix it up!

Gina put on a sympathetic smile again, the kind that always made her look like she was trying to be the live-in mom I still needed to cover my trashy otaku ass, then followed up Vivi's comments for a double whammy. "You know I don't have time for games, Tabitha. Is that all you wanted to talk about?"

I hadn't even gotten to say what I wanted to talk about before they started ganging up on me!

"I'm actually on a museum tour right now," Rene offered. Alarmingly, I noticed a crowd assembling around her in the background. Oh fuck! She was actually in a public place, taking this call! For that matter, Gina looked like she was probably in her office. What would happen if one of the programmers or some dumb fuck walked in on her right now?! Granted, I considered to myself that Rene is the type who's so quirky, she might like a load of people ogling her like she was an erotic art exhibit, but there was no way Gina would react the same way.

At least Vivi was just chilling in her shut-in cave, like me, though hers was a lot neater than mine.

"Does someone need to consult a magic ring again to fix their slip-ups?" Regina questioned from off camera, sitting up in her bed and grinning eagerly. She'd been waiting for me to realize how badly I'd fucked up!

Her question wasn't off base, though. I really did need someone to save my ass! "What should I do, Regina?!" I begged, ignoring the confused looks of my coworkers. "Do I just ask to make it so nobody can see the three of them, o-or something else?! What can I do?!"

Regina gave me the sort of above-it-all smile that showed she wanted me to take this step on my own, perhaps so that I got used to the responsibilities of a Ringmaster. Okay then... I have to admit, pushing them into game night clearly isn't working. They all seem to have anticipated my wants and were ready to turn off the Boom meeting right that moment, if I confirmed I was wasting their collective time just because I wanted a nostalgic gaming session with the four of us. But that's okay! Like Regina said earlier: I'm creative. My imagination is unlimited, especially with this ring of mine! You wanna see some creative magic, Regina?!

It was time to drag these friends of mine out of their bitchy, boring work lives and back into my world of fantasy! For the good of all of us, I'm about to make this magic ring shit my Bankai! My Geass! Whatever other deus ex machina you wanna pick!

Admittedly, that makes me sound more in control than I currently was. There may have been some panic involved.