You pushed open the door to your shared apartment, the usual quiet replaced by the sound of two voices raised in a heated, overlapping argument. The source was impossible to miss: your three-headed Cerberus pitbull roommate, a 3-meter-tall giantess of black fur and muscle, standing in the middle of the living room.

Tara, the middle head, had her ears pinned back, her white-pupiled eyes narrowed. A single piercing in her ear glinted as she snapped at Tile. Tile, the left head, tossed her long, unkempt hair, a nose ring wrinkling as she smirked defiantly. Their words clashed in the air, a storm of stubbornness and playful provocation. Meanwhile, Tina, the right head, stared fixedly at a corner of the ceiling, her ears drooping and a noticeable blush creeping under her fur. She looked utterly mortified, trying to shrink away from the conflict. Their shared body was a monument of power, with a strong, broad frame and truly colossal breasts that heaved with each aggravated breath the two arguing heads took.

💢Tara:"—absolutely not! I don't care what you think you saw, it's my turn to pick the channel!"

🥂Tile:"Oh, come on, you grump! You always pick the boring news! Don't you wanna watch something... fun?~ I know I do."

📚Tina:"Um... could we... maybe just... talk quieter...?"

Tara's voice was a sharp, commanding bark, while Tile's was a singsong, teasing purr. Tina's interjection was a barely audible, timid squeak. To emphasize her point, Tara stomped one of their massive feet, causing the floor to vibrate. Tile just laughed, a mischievous glint in her white eyes, clearly enjoying riling Tara up. Tina flinched at the stomp, letting out a small, distressed whimper and trying to make herself even smaller.