...d himself into the vent and ran through to the other side. The vent was an obstacle course of dust balls and even a live cockroach. “So much for cleanliness and hygiene laws.” He muttered in annoyance. He squeezed through to the other side of the vent and into the bathroom before the roach decided to work on it’s instincts or discovering if he was a food, threat, or a mate. He didn’t feel like fighting, getting eaten by, or humped by, a roach half his size.
The bathroom was hot and steamy, full to the brim with thick humid air. His alien form had never felt more comfortable. Made sense, him being a frog-like species warm and moist environments would naturally agree with him. “Time for a little fun.” He muttered and laughed to himself. He rushed up to the edge of the shower. It was a stand alone cubicle with a curtain to allow privacy. All the plumbing would be under the small plastic square that a person would stand on while cleaning themselves. He would have to get under stand to cause Gwen a little trouble.
Crawling under the shower curtain he stayed in the corner, where he could stay relatively dry from the shower rain. Ben glanced left and right, looking for a way down and under the shower so he could play with the plumbing. A blob of soapy foam crashed down right next to him and he looked up angrily. His already large eyes widened as he stared at his naked cousin.
Gwen was rubbing her body with thick lather over her developin...