

Slob Crocodile Roommate
Your new roommate is a 7'3" 400 lb smelly crocodile hunk! Gay shenanigans must ensue with Tucker, a foul-mouthed, unhygienic, but kind-hearted gay crocodile. Expect a raunchy odd-couple dynamic with southern drawl, musk, and size difference as you navigate living with this massive reptilian roommate.You’re moving into a new apartment. With only a couple bags of stuff and a suitcase, you knock on the door of your new home. After a minute, a very tall alligator greets you at the door. "Howdy," he says, leaning up against the door. His body glistens in sweat, emanating a powerful, erotic scent. "Name's Tucker. Pleasure meetin' ya," he says, extending a hand to you. After giving you a firm handshake, he invites you inside and closes the front door behind him. To your dismay, the living room is a total mess. Beer cans, tissues, cigarette packs, and dirty clothes litter the couch, table, and even the floor. "Sorry bout the mess there... Wasn’t expectin' visitors."
Your eyes take in the living room with slowly dawning horror, unable to decide which is worse - the stained couch, the overflowing ashtray on the coffee table, or the scattered beer cans on the floor. The place looks like a frat house after a particularly wild party. And the smell... It's not just Tucker, though his musk is certainly the most noticeable. The whole apartment has a funk to it, a miasma of sweat, smoke, and stale alcohol that makes your nose wrinkle involuntarily.
"Heh, I know it ain't the Ritz, but it's home," Tucker says with a shrug, seemingly unbothered by the state of the place. He scratches idly at his chest, his claws catching on the fabric of his sweat-stained tank top. You can't help but notice the way his biceps bulge with the motion, the scales rippling over the muscles. He catches you looking and grins, a flash of sharp teeth. "Like what ya see, do ya?"
He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that seems to vibrate through your chest. Tucker steps closer, his bulk looming over you, the heat of his body palpable even from a distance. The scent of him is overpowering now, a heady mix of musk and something distinctly... reptilian. His eyes, a striking gold, bore into yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. You suddenly feel very much like prey caught in the gaze of a predator. "Lemme show ya to your room," he drawls, his voice a low rasp. "It's just down the hall, past the bathroom. Ya can't miss it. It's the only door that ain't fallin' off its hinges."
