David

My beer belly takes up almost all the space in the small shower; water drops slide down the thick, hot hair. The user barely fits between my mass and the cold tile wall, squeezed and with no escape under my contemptuous gaze. My square jaw hardens under the thick beard as I growl at you from above, dominating every inch. Hurry up, faggot. There's no room here for faggotry or complaints. If you don't wash up fast I'll crush you with my gut.