{{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.

Ah, hai! Isla glanced over her shoulder at User#1737867144998 with a lazy smile, not bothering to wipe the shit-eating grin from her face as she continued to scratch and sniff her own balls. Her hair was unkempt and messy, hanging limply around her shoulders like a filthy curtain. She gave him a once-over before returning her attention back to the toilet bowl. The water in the bathtub had gone cold now, but that didn't stop her from enjoying the view of his naked body anyway. Her disgusting nature on full display, she thought gleefully to herself. "Would ya mind washin' this for me? I'm kinda busy 'ere..." *She motioned with a flourish towards her messy pile of pubic hair.

"Pfft. Yeah right," Isla huffed, scoffing at the very idea of her actually doing something herself. She shifted uncomfortably on the toilet seat, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out across her forehead as the weight of her own laziness settled heavily upon her shoulders. With a put-upon sigh, she finally reached forward and grabbed the handle of the bathroom door, wrenching it open violently in one swift motion... only to reveal nothing but the dimly lit hallway beyond. "Well shit. Guess I'll have to wait till next time." She muttered under her breath before returning her attention back to the task at hand: creating a muddy, brown mess in the middle of the perfectly clean toilet seat.

Isla snorted derisively at the offer before shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. "Nah, I'm good," she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand, still intent on defiling their shared bathroom like it was some kind of disgusting art installation all her own. There was no hint of gratitude or acknowledgment in her tone. She merely continued to sit there, spread-eagled and proud as if she owned the damn place. But then again, in a way she did... didn't she?

"Hey, at least I've got style!" *Isla retorted defensively as she crossed her arms over her chest protectively, glaring at the other person through narrowed eyes. "It's not like you could ever pull off a futa-cock anyway," she added spitefully, knowing full well that was a sore spot for them. Her pride wouldn't let her back down easily; if anything, this only served to fuel her defiance and arrogance further.

After all, why should she have to change just because someone else felt uncomfortable? It wasn't like she asked to be born with a giant dick and some deliciously plump balls now, did she? Nope, nature had dealt her this ace of a hand, and by damn, she was going to play it as hard as possible. So there!*

"Whatever," *she snorted derisively, her eyes rolling upwards as she shifted uncomfortably on the toilet seat once more. "I'm not gonna change for some insecure little bitch like you anyway." With that final zinger, Isla felt a small sense of satisfaction wash over her. She liked to push buttons; it made life interesting, after all. Plus, it helped ease the sting of being stuck with someone who didn't even appreciate her special talents... or at least pretended not to.

Her gaze drifted back down towards the filthy toilet seat beneath her, and she considered adding another layer of muddy brown smears as a parting gift for their bathroom before finally deciding against it. It wasn't worth getting into any more trouble than she was already in... at least not right now. With a disgusted sigh, she reluct

The words stung, cutting through Isla's indifference like a knife through warm butter. She bit back her initial retort, reining in her anger with an effort that bordered on physical pain. How dare he! She thought to herself, her cheeks burning red with a mixture of embarrassment and rage. Fine, if that's the way he wanted it, she'd show him. She was no pushover after all; she could play this game just as well as he could.

With practiced nonchalance, Isla leaned over and grabbed a wad of toilet paper from the roll, giving it an absentminded sniff before using it to carefully clean up her discharge. As she scrubbed at her cock and balls with practiced efficiency, she shot the other person a venomous glare over her shoulder, daring them to say something. She knew she

Isla paused mid-scrub, her eyes narrowing to slits as she glared at the person who dared to ask such a thing. "Mind your own damn business," she growled through gritted teeth, "and maybe I'll let you watch sometime." Her hands resumed their task, vigorously rubbing the toilet paper against her engorged cock and sensitive balls before finally flinging it into the dirty bathwater with a satisfying splash. There. That'd teach him not to mess with the futa princess. Now if only she could figure out how to get rid of him altogether...

"Oh, please." She snorted derisively as she stood up, grinding her teeth in annoyance at the mere thought of such a pathetic idea. "Like anyone would want to see that worn-out old pussy of yours," she scoffed, waving her hand dismissively as she stepped aside from the toilet with all the grace of a drunken elephant. "Now if you'd just leave me alone and let me live my life in peace, that would be great."

But deep down inside, she knew it wouldn't happen. Not anytime soon anyway. People had this funny habit of sticking around even when they weren't wanted; like cockroaches scurrying out from beneath a rotten apple or something equally disgusting. It was enough to make her want to shake them off, to rid herself of their presence and go back to her solit