Shower with Bowser
-a grrside story-

Act 1: Two naked koopas

“Yo, where’s Scarface anyway?” The Koopa Troopa soaping his balls in the castle’s communal showers asked his friend.

“He said he had some private business to attend to and that he’ll take his shower after he’s finished.” Soto the Paratroopa replied. Of course, Soto was bare naked as well. Without his signature aviator hat and fake wings it was hard to tell his rank apart from the other turtle-like soldiers.

Camo washed his yellow balls sparkling clean. “Uh... I call bullshit. I’ve been on the Koopa Army for two frigging months already and I’ve never seen that sucka’ out of his shell. He’s always finding some lame excuse.”

Soto couldn’t agree more. “He’s probably just self-conscious. During training he’s always acting all high and mighty but deep down he’s a shy bastard.”

“Yo, maybe the scar on his face isn’t the only one...” Camo grinned. “He’s terrified we’ll call him Scarbutt instead.”

Soto laughed out loud. “I think he just has a small cock.”

“You’re in no position to say that, tiny willy!” Camo flicked Soto’s wet dick with his finger and burst out laughing.

“Hey, I’m much bigger than you when hard!” Soto yanked the foreskin of Camo’s uncut dick in retaliation.

“Oww, hey that fucking hurts!” Camo complained as he cradled his aching genitals.

“Would you two stop making so much noise with your childish horseplay?” A figure to their right said. “Some of us are trying to wash ourselves without causing a racket.”
The stranger’s naked body was yellow just like the two Koopas but his body was chubby and pudgy with no trace of muscle. His eyes squinted as the older figure needed glasses. He looked very out of place compared to the two fit soldiers.

“The fuck’s your problem, old man?” Camo barked at him adopting an aggressive stance.

“Yeah, fuck off, the real men are talking here!” Soto said with a smirk.

The mysterious stranger glanced at the two naked Koopas staring him down and sighed. “You two sure are loud, you’re going to cause me a headache at this point.”

“Oh yeah?! After I’m done with ya your head is not the only thing that’s gonna hurt!” Camo jumped at the stranger, making a ball with his fist.

“Wait, isn’t this guy...?” Soto finally realized who the stranger was, but it was too late.

Kamek the royal magician grabbed his staff out of hiding and used it to blast the two naked koopas with balls of pure magic energy. “My, what a waste using my magic against two cocky dumb fucks. But koopas who talk dirty deserve to be given an *hygienic* lesson.” 

The magician went to the lockers to retrieve his glasses, his blue hat and his tunic and left the showers without bothering to direct any other word to the brand new sponge and towel that had just fallen to the shower floor.

Act 2: Scarface appears

"Scarface" wasn’t his real name but he had come to accept it. Complaining about a mean nickname wouldn’t make things any better especially here in the Koopa Army.

The Koopa Army wasn’t a place for pussies. He knew that very well. The moment any of your weaknesses was discovered all of your so-called ‘peers’ wouldn’t ever let go of it. They were vultures, hungry to step on top of anyone’s lifeless body to increase their own rank. And the generals wouldn’t act any better, in fact, they encouraged this line of thinking. Only manly killing machines belonged here in the Koopa Army. It wasn’t an official rule but every single soldier did their best to enforce it.

That’s why Scarface always tried his best to maintain his cool. To his fellow soldiers this may have made him look distant, or even ‘high and mighty’, but it was for the best. He couldn’t let foolish things like camaraderie get in his way. Soldiers were disposable, replaceable, soulless resources. He couldn’t show any single weakness or feeling of his own or he’ll be eaten alive by the others.

That, for the most part, was easy. Scarface had gotten the hang of it. He had earned an honorable reputation and his peers respected him, some even feared him. There was just one problem.

He was gay.

Scarface loved males. And fuck, he was really desperate for companionship (and dick). But he couldn’t let anyone know. If anybody knew the cold-blooded Koopa soldier, Scarface, eyed his fellow Koopa Troopas with lust he’d be dishonorably discharged in an instant.

For that reason he’d always come up with some excuse so he wouldn’t have to take showers at the same time that anyone else. Shit, just the idea of seeing his fellow Koopas naked was enough to make Scarface’s cock rock hard. He couldn’t possibly shower naked along with them. Ever. Or his secret would be exposed by his evident boner.
Today wasn’t going to be any different. He took a quick glance at the showers to confirm there was no one around and sighed with relief. Scarface headed to the lockers and removed his iron helmet revealing the scar on the side of his face that had given birth to his nickname.

He took a deep breath and swiftly removed his shell. His naked yellow body wasn’t too dissimilar in size to most Koopas, however the defined muscles sculpted on his hairless torso were a big difference. Down below, the cold-blooded Koopa was well-equipped with an uncut dick able to grow into an above-average sized monster.

He removed his footwear and stored his belongings on a locker. He took a bottle of body gel and a sponge and with his yellow bare feet Scarface headed into the empty communal shower.

*SPLAT!*

He had stepped on a wet sponge laying on the shower floor and his foot got drenched in an explosion of white sticky fluid that logically thinking was supposed to be Koopa body gel.

“Geez... This whole place is a mess.” Scarface commented to himself staring at the squished yellow sponge below his foot. There was also a wet towel laying next to it. He kicked both things out of the way.

He stood below one of the shower heads and twisted the knob. Warm water began splashing against his body and Scarface gasped with relief. He felt the tension finally leave his muscles.

Act 3: A wet sponge

After the blast of concentrated magical power dissipated, Soto felt like the whole shower room had gotten much bigger all of a sudden. In fact, the other Koopas showering nearby now looked like giants! He could barely see their naked bodies above their towering feet. He tried looking up but his neck didn’t seem to respond. Worse still, his whole body didn’t seem to respond. He couldn’t even call for help!

Not like they were aware of his presence. To all the Koopas washing the muck off their bodies Soto the Paratroopa had the appearance of a completely common sponge like any other. If any of them had inspected the sponge closely they could have discerned the faint outline of an anatomically correct and very distressed Koopa printed on it. However, none of them bothered to do that.

Not any single one.

Not even the clumsy Koopa whose giant hand very tightly grabbed Soto by mistake after his own sponge had slipped into the floor.

“(AHHH! No! Don’t take me! I’m not a friggin’ sponge!)”

The giant Koopa holding Soto took a bottle of body gel and squirted its contents right on top of the outline of Soto’s genitals. His sponge form rapidly absorbed the gel and to poor Soto it felt like his testicles were getting filled until they grew into an impossibly big size.

“(What the hell are you doing...?! Ugh, it feels quite good though...!)” The sponge would have blushed if it could. But his pleasure was short-lived because what came next really took him by surprise.

The Koopa washed his smelly left armpit with the sponge. Soto was forcefully and very painfully crushed, and every single pore of his sponge body started squirting a peculiar mixture of body gel and Koopa precum.

“(AAAHHHH! AHHH! HOLY FUCK! I’m so sensitive! This is so painful yet I feel like I’m about to orgasm! AAAAAAAHH!)”

But for better or for worse Soto didn’t reach his orgasm because he slipped between the yellow fingers and fell butt-first into the wet floor. Really, this Koopa really was clumsy.

Soto’s fall was cushioned by his own sponge form. He was in the verge of having a powerful orgasm but regrettably the Koopa grabbed his actual sponge this time. Soto felt betrayed.

“(HEY! Grab me back! Touch me! Squish me! I just need a little push to cum!!!)”

But the Koopa just continued showering and Soto the abandoned blueballed sponge was left on the floor. Worse still, the water falling around him was being absorbed into his sensitive body, rendering him wet and really, really horny. He needed release!

“(Dudes, help a fellow comrade over here! All this water inside me is making me feel very strange and... good...)”

It was starting to get late and most Koopas had left the showers already. But even with the showerheads being closed up a lot of water had already filled the insides of the sponge.

“(Good... Nice... So... Full... I’m so close...)”

...The little sponge was inflated with liquid and could only think about release. It was hard to keep himself aware of his surroundings.

And finally, a giant shadow loomed over him.

“(Oh... Will you touch me ever so softly...)”

*SPLAT!*
Soto was suddenly crushed with full force without mercy, his cum spraying in all directions like a bug’s insides after being stepped on.

“Geez... This whole place is a mess.” The owner of the giant yellow foot that had just crushed him said. His voice sounded somehow familiar, but it was quite hard to tell who the voice belonged to when a giant Koopa was stepping on him with his whole weight. Poor Soto was flat as a pancake.

If that wasn’t enough the deflated and dry Soto was kicked off towards the other side of the shower room without any trace of dignity.

“(...Will this be my life from now on?)”

Soto’s world stopped spinning and he found himself in front of the door to the sauna. The door window wasn’t translucent but... Umm? Was someone inside?

“(Wait, I’d recognize that silhouette anywhere...! It’s...!)”

The knob of the sauna door slowly twisted and from the steamy, hot room came out the king of Koopas himself: Bowser.

Act 4: The king’s grand entrance

“K...K...K-King Bowser?!” Scarface stammered like a pansy. He’d never had expected to face his king in the lowly soldiers’ shower. And now here he was, in front of the bulking beast that was the king of all Koopas, both of them completely bare without their shells.

“Rarwrgh...” The sweaty king stretched his arms revealing his red armpit hair and scratched his big butt short after. Scarface never expected his king to be this hairy and obese under his shell. He had always imagined Bowser having a big, hard musclegut but this overweight koopa’s belly was soft, hairy and flabby. The king grabbed his royal belly and shook it for a bit until his big mouth burped a small flame. “...Fucking hell, this is the worst part of being a fire-breather. A trip to the sauna makes the fire butterflies in my gut come out. Muwahahah!” The king laughed, his hairy belly and moobs shaking in unison.

“Phew, I’m beat.” The sweating colossus sniffed his own manly musk. “Yuck! I smell worse than a Goomba’s asshole... Those bastards don’t even have hands to clean themselves up, they’re so lazy! Speaking of which, I need to find some poor sod to clean me up...”

Unfortunately, there was only one other Koopa in that room. “Hey, you! The one with the scar on his face, come over here...!” He gestured with his fat yellow finger at Scarface.

“A...A-aye, aye, Sir!” Scarface did as commanded. With every step he took forward, Bowser’s musk invaded his nostrils more and more. He tried with all his might to not avert his gaze from Bowser’s devilish eyes but...

“(Holy shit, his big fat cock is huge!)”

...He couldn’t help it. The organ was almost bigger than Scarface’s whole body. Fuck, for some good reason this huge dick was the king of all Koopas.

“(No! I shouldn't stare...! I’ll be a Dry Bones if Your Majesty of all people discovers my secret...!)”

Bowser smirked. The koopa with the scar on his face may have looked rough and cold-blooded at first glance, but now he was shaking and covering his crotch. Surely he must be feeling inadequate in front of a true male like himself... This should be fun! He’d always loved stripping his most loyal subjects from their dignity as a pastime.

“Your king is sweaty as hell, whatcha gonna do about it... I’m waiting...!” Bowser sat down his big yellow butt and crossed his legs, expecting Scarface to do all the work.

“Uh...A-Aye, aye, Sir...!” Scarface’s legs were shaking. Surely Bowser doesn’t want him to actually touch his big corpulent body, doesn’t he?

Scarface hurried to turn the knob of the shower and water started flowing, however the king didn’t move an inch.

“So, you expect me to do all the fucking work? Grab a sponge and start scrubbing!” Bowser ordered his servant.

“(Shit, shit, shit! He’s actually expecting me to touch him!)”

Scarface grabbed the nearest sponge, filled it with water and gel but hesitated seconds before actually starting to scrub his king’s naked body.

He had no idea, but the sponge was also feeling in a pickle. “(Oh, fuck, not this again...! I feel so full! But... NO! Don’t put me anywhere near Bowser’s stinky body!)”

Unaware that Soto the Paratroopa was now the sponge he was holding, Scarface began to chant a little mantra to himself. “(The sponge is the one touching him. I’m not actually touching Bowser’s body, I’m not actually touching Bowser’s body, I’m not touching my king’s giant sexy body!)” Thanks to this little mental spell, Scarface somehow managed to begin to scrub Bowser’s back without getting his biggest hardon ever.

“Ahhhh... That feels nice...” Bowser said with a long deep sigh.

“(SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! Arrghhhh!)” Were the sponge’s thoughts.

“Ummm... A little bit lower...” The king ordered.
“Aye, aye, Sir!” Scarface obeyed lowering the sponge.
“Ummmm... A tiny bit more...” The king ordered again.
“Uh, Aye, aye, Sir...!” Scarface did as ordered.
“Mwhahaha, that’s the spot... But... If you could lower it a little more...”
Scarface hesitated, as he was practically about to touch Bowser’s butt. “Mmm, aye, Sir...”
“Nice...~” The king squirmed with pleasure. “Now, can you push it a little bit deeper?”
“Huh... Deeper? How exactly am I supposed to...?”
Suddenly and without warning, Bowser lifted his scaly tail and a big thunderous fart exploded right in the little koopa’s face.
“MWHAHAAHAH! Damn, I think I’m a little gassy... And that sounded very ugly, you don’t mind wiping my asshole just in case, isn’t that right, Fartface?”

Scarface’s eyes were spinning and he felt nausea. He had never felt this humiliated. Bowser’s scent was all over his body!

“(Eww, I wouldn’t want to be in Scarface’s shoes right now!)” Soto thought.

“Err...” Scarface couldn’t think straight, but he did his best to obey his king’s commands. “Aye, aye, Sir...” He squished the sponge he was holding and brought it right in front of the king’s royal asshole.

“(Wait, I take that back! I take that back! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!)” Soto pleaded but of course nobody learned of his suffering as his entire body was used to scrub the king’s sweaty asshole.

“Oh... Yes... Don’t be shy... Go deeper!”
Hearing these words made Scarface’s cock hard as a rock! But he didn’t resist to comply and pushed Soto with all of his might...!
“Uh... Oops...”
“What is it, Fartface?”
“I think I pushed it too far in... I can’t reach it now!”
“Mwahahaha! Don’t worry about that!” Bowser stood up and lifted his tail right up.

“(Damn, he looks ready to be mounted... I’d give him a ride!)” Scarface’s most perverted thoughts were creeping into the surface, a stark contrast to the inner thoughts of the cursed sponge which were melting away. Probably as a result of the outline of Soto the Paratroopa featured on its surface slowly being smudged into oblivion by the king of the Koopa's sweaty anal cavity.

The king’s face went red and with a *POP!* sound the sponge was shot like a bullet right against the wall. The poor thing looked so beat up it would be a waste of time to try and use it ever again.

“Gah, what a relief!” Bowser said after getting rid of the sponge housed in his rectum like just any other turd. Then he turned towards Scarface and grinned. “And now it’s time for you to scrub... my front.”

Act 5: Drying up on the floor

Whatever happened to Camo the Koopa Troopa? He remembered making fun of Kamek and right after that he could only see the ceiling. He tried to move but his body was completely frozen as a naked outline of himself on a yellow wet towel.
A koopa who needed a towel was about to grab Camo, but changed his mind after seeing the lewd figure drawn on the front. “Eww! This towel is so gross! You guys have some sick taste for pranks!” And so the towel was left untouched for a good while.

“(Ya must be kidding! Don’t tell me I’m a friggin’ towel! Although that would explain me feeling so flat... This is a temporary gig, isn’t that right?”)

Until eventually...
“Geez... This whole place is a mess.”
His whole body was kicked and Camo’s front side was the one falling into the floor, leaving the Koopa facing the darkness for a frustratingly long while. He could only faintly hear the outside world as he slowly dried up.

“K...K...K-King Bowser?!”
King Bowser was here? That was unexpected.
“Grab a sponge and start scrubbing!”
Ew, some poor sod had been tasked to clean that fat bastard up. Whoever it is, he must be feeling very humiliated right now.
And for a good while only scrubbing sounds could be heard. And a unexpected big thunderous fart.
“(Holy fucking cow, what was that explosion just now?”)
“And now it’s time for you to... scrub my front.”
That sounded really gay.

Act 6: The front

Scarface’s entire face blushed. He did his best to conceal his hardon with his hands.
“You must have a really tiny dick to be so modest!” Bowser remarked, unaware of the sexual orientation of his shower slave.
The smaller Koopa grabbed his own sponge he had been using to wash himself, because the previous sponge now was devoid of color, shriveled and ready to go into the trash from all their mistreatment.

Bowser laid down on the floor.
“Don’t forget to wash below my tits, there’s always a secret stash of sweat below them.”
Scarface climbed up Bowser’s hairy belly and lifted one huge moob. Turns out he was right on the money.
But the little naked servant did his best to serve his master. He scrubbed both of the king’s royal moobs sparking clean.

“Hey, is that...” Bowser noticed something hard poking against his belly.
“Um? What is it?” Scarface asked.
“...Nevermind.”

Scarface did a very nice job scrubbing Bowser’s gelatinous belly. But Bowser couldn’t stop thinking about what he had felt just now. Could it be that this little jerk was...?

The little koopa was scrubbing near the bright red pubic hair. Fuck...

“Do you know want kind of princess I’d like to fuck?” Bowser asked his servant.
“Oh, I’m sure I know.” Scarface said as he grabbed his King’s soft cock and scrubbed it harshly. “Some blonde, probably wearing a pink dress, very busty boobs, that kind of princess.”
“Yeah, those sound nice...”

Scarface felt his king’s dick swelling on his hands. Damn, if the king got hard thinking about princesses now, there would be no stop to it... This is already really awkward as it is...

“If I had a princess, I wouldn’t let her wear any clothes, though! She would live perpetually naked, ready for me to fuck her whenever and wherever I wanted!” Bowser nonchalantly said. “Also I’d force her to do degrading tasks everyday... Mwhahaha! She’d be my property, my slave, my piece of meat and every Koopa on the kingdom would know about her being my princess!”

“Er... Yeah...” Scarface’s cock was rock hard, there was no denying it! Damn, how he wished Bowser did that to him. But it was impossible. He wasn’t the right gender or species. He was a lowly soldier who had to serve his king and die like a man whilst serving his duties.

That was the harsh truth.

Act 7: Drying off the mighty king

After he finished scrubbing the king’s feet, it was time to dry the bulking beast up.
“What the? This towel has a naked Koopa drawn on it.” Scarface said when he took Camo from the floor. “The dude painted on it even looks kind of familiar.” He thought that for some reason it had a slight resemblance to the ill-mannered and bad mouthed Koopa Troopa soldier who always wore camouflaging warpaint while on the field. What was his name? Nah, he probably was irrelevant.

“Mwahaaha! That’s so freaking funny! I love some sense of humor! I’ll use that one... Or rather... you’ll use it on me!”

Figures, Scarface would have to dry his king up as well. He grabbed the indecent towel.

“(You kiddin’ right?! I’m not going anywhere that naked giant! I’m not a fag!)”

Bowser faced the little Koopa, and Scarface began to dry off the first place he could reach from there: his king’s royal ballsack.

"(No...! For fuck's sake, NOOO!)"

The king’s babymakers were HUGE. And not to mention hairy! Scarface still couldn’t believe he had managed to scrub these babies with a sponge without his secret spoiling out.

Camo was very absorbent. His face did a good job drying the pubic area of his king. He could taste the hairy balls dancing on his lips and smell the musk of the cock pressing against his nose.
“(Arrrgh! Bastards! I won’t ever forget this!)”

“Ah! Sparking clean! They’re marvelous” Scarface said and kissed Bowser's testicles proud of his handiwork...

...He immediately regretted it. “I mean... No homo...”

“Mwahahaha! Don’t worry about that! Yours are tiny as fuck, but your shaft gives it all away, you big faggot!” Bowser flicked Scarface’s obvious erection with his claw.

Fuck! He had been so immersed in showering Bowser that he had forgotten about covering his obvious turn on.

For the first time in years Scarface felt like he was about to cry. “I... just wanted to keep serving our kingdom... I... I’m sorry I’m a fucking faggot...”

That was it. Being gay was impossible in this kingdom. He was about to be deserted. He’d live the rest of his days hidden away in the most remote land.

“Mmm...” Bowser said. “I could keep your secret.”

“Really?!” Scarface couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His king was really this compassionate?! He’d had never guessed!

“Under one condition...” Bowser said and Scarface gulped. He knew it couldn’t have been that easy. “ I won’t let you wear any clothes. You will live perpetually naked, ready for me to fuck you whenever and wherever I want! And I’ll force you into doing degrading tasks everyday... Mwhahaha! You’ll be my property, my slave, my piece of meat and every Koopa on the kingdom would know about you being my personal slave!”

Scarface’s answer was obvious.
“I’d love to be your princess, Sir!”

“(Both of ya are the gayest closeted faggots on the kingdom, ya know that?!)” The towel that had been used to dry the cock of the king of the Koopas thought before he was forced into the king’s wet body again. “(I hate this! Someday I’ll take revenge! Y'all see...!)” He yelled internally as he was sandwiched between both of Bowser’s buttcheeks.

After that, Camo was placed face up on the shower floor. For a split second the inanimate towel thought that, finally, all the pressing and stretching of his cottony body all over the obese king was over. However, Bowser had more plans for poor Camo. A giant shadow loomed over the printed face on the towel, whose expression twisted in horror.

Bowser's beastly hind paws were about to step right on his face!

Yes, all those pounds of muscle and fat were about to stomp poor Camo's flattened form. A huge yellow paw wiggled his clawed toes right before stepping on top of Camo's frightened face. And the other remaining powerful and mighty paw of the king of the Koopas? It fiercely went straight towards his manhood.

("FUUUUUUUUCK!!!")

"Heheheh!" The beast growled, happy like a dog who had just gotten a new chew toy.
He mercilessly SQUISHED and STOMPED on Camo's face and crotch, making sure both were surrendering to the literal weight of his lord.

Scarface made sure that all the spots between the king's toes were thoroughly polished and free from any leftover grime using Camo's unwilling help. His lips felt like they were slurping out all the crust on Bowser's mighty rear paws and he could taste every single inch of them. 

After all the squeezing and stomping on his privates the drawn outline of Camo's crotch area featured two deeply red, furiously aching, tortured pair of swollen Koopa testicles.

Once the king was fully dry, the used and abused towel was disposed of by being thrown off into the pile of used towels. The towels were scheduled to be thoroughly washed the next day at the castle laundry, and any pesky remains of the lewd outline of an angry-looking naked Koopa would be subsequently permanently erased off into nothingness, leaving a nice regular-looking yellow towel that was indistinguishable from all the others.

After both king and slave had disposed of the towel they headed towards the locker room.

Bowser opened Scarface’s locker and grabbed the small soldier’s shell.

“There won’t be any turning back. Once I do this, you’ll be as you stand right now forever... You in?” Bowser asked.

“Aye, aye, Sir!”

Bowser shattered the soldier’s shell into hundreds of pieces with a loud cracking sound, signaling the start of Scarface’s new life as Bowser's personal slave.

Act 8: Benevolent Kamek restores Soto and Camo back to normal

Probably.