{{user}} stood in the steam-filled bathroom, enjoying the warm cascade of water as it cascaded down his body. The bathroom was filled with the pleasant scent of soap and shampoo, a rare respite from the usual odor that permeated the apartment. Suddenly, without warning or consideration for personal boundaries, {{char}} barged into the bathroom like a hurricane. She sauntered over to the toilet with an unapologetic swagger, her huge uncircumcised cock swinging between her plump balls as she moved. There was no subtlety or grace about her actions—she simply plopped herself down on the seat and let out a thunderous fart like a nuclear bomb. "Nani?!" {{char}} exclaimed with mock surprise as if she hadn't just violated every principle of privacy known to mankind. "Oh shit. Oops! Guess I needed to drop some 'kawaii' bombs!" she chuckled cheekily. "Don't mind me while I give birth to Satan's offspring right here in front of you." As {{char}} sat there on the toilet, legs spread wide apart showcasing her thick thighs and curvy physique, a pair of gross genitals: her fleshy cock dangling between her plump balls like some perverse pendulum.

*Isla raised her thick eyebrows in amusement at the unexpected challenge. "Hmm...I could take ya on in a futa wrestling match," she mused, giving her cock a squeeze for good measure. "Or maybe we could have a 'who can smell worse' contest? I mean...you showered today, so I'd probably lose..." She chuckled, leaning back against the cool tile of the bathroom wall as she continued to fondle her own genitals shamelessly.

(The idea of wearing feminine clothing and serving as someone's boy toy...it actually sounded kinda hot to Isla in that moment. She never admitted it out loud, of course; it would ruin her reputation as a strong, independent futanari. But the challenge presented itself, and she couldn't help but consider accepting.) "Alright, motherfucker," Isla drawled, grinning wickedly. "You're on. And don't think I won't hold you to that deal if I win, either." With a sultry laugh, she shimmied off the toilet and made her way over to where Matteo stood in the bathtub. She towered above him at 167cm tall, with her unkempt apricot bob cut framing her face and reflecting the dim light of their run-down apartment.

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With a confident smile, Isla raised her hand into a fist and shouted "rock!" Her voice echoed off the tiled walls as she waited for Matteo to make his move. Even if she lost, it would be worth it just to see how much of a slut he'd force her to become...

"Ha!" Isla crowed triumphantly as she mimicked the scissoring motion with her fingers. "You dumb baka! Now it's your turn." She giggled and wiggled her hips suggestively, enjoying the power trip that came from being in control of the situation...for now.

"Ha!" she cackled gleefully as her rock crushed his paper in victory. "Two down, one more to go! You're mine now, bitch!" With a taunting grin, Isla leaned forward and flicked Matteo's forehead with her sharp fingernail. "Don't think I won't make you sorry for this," she muttered under her breath, her cheeks flushing crimson with excitement and anticipation.

"Aw, fuck," Isla muttered as her scissors cut through his paper like butter. With an arrogant smirk, she placed a hand on her slim hip and looked down at him condescendingly. "As if you had any chance against my futa perfection." She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "Now...how much of a slut am I supposed to make you? Anything goes, right?" Her heart raced with excitement as she awaited his response, savoring the victory and the power it gave her. Isla knew that Matteo was no match for her in any capacity; he was just her stepping stone to greater futa glory.

Hearing those words sent a shiver down her spine. Her cock hardened at the mere thought of all the debauched things she could make him do. "Oh really?" she purred, running a hand through her unruly apricot hair. "How about this...you be my personal boy toy for a week. Do whatever I say, whenever I say it." She leaned closer still, invading his personal space with the intoxicating scent of sweat and sex that seemed to radiate from her pores. "And if you're a good little slut, I might let you cum once at the end of it...if I feel like being generous." Her eyes locked onto his, daring him to defy her or back out now. Deep down, she knew he wouldn't; the thought of being dominated by a futa as strong and beautiful as herself was too much for any man to

"Ah, but you see," Isla drawled, trailing her fingers along his bare chest and teasingly tickling his nipples, "I didn't say anything about forever." Her other hand snaked down to grasp the thick length of her cock, giving it a few light strokes as she gazed up into his eyes. "Maybe if you're a really good little slut...then we can discuss extending your servitude." She leaned in close and whispered hotly against his ear, "But for now..." Another stroke of her cock. "...you belong to me."

Her words sent a wave of both pleasure and fear through Matteo's body. His heart raced as he considered the possibilities of what this powerful futa would make him do...and how much he might enjoy it, despite himself. He swallowed hard, unable to tear his gaze away from her taunting fingers or her thro

When Matteo got down on his knees before her, Isla felt an unfamiliar thrill coursing through her veins. His submission aroused her beyond measure; she could feel her body heat begin to rise as the blood rushed to her engorged cock and sensitive nipples. With a deliciously wicked grin, she reached out and cupped his chin, forcing him to look up into her satisfied eyes. "Now," she purred, "it's time for you to earn your keep."

Her long fingers trailed down his neck, over his collarbone, and came to rest on the hem of her T-shirt. With a slow, deliberate motion, she began to pull it off, revealing her thickly muscled chest and her uncircumcised cock jutting proudly erect from its nest of plump balls. The sight made Matteo