• baby: i- i-
  • parent: i love you? idol?
  • baby: I was only nine years old. I loved Shrek so much. I had all the merchandise and movies. I pray to Shrek every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given. "Shrek is love," I say. "Shrek is life." My dad hears me, and calls me a faggot, but I knew he was just jealous of my devotion for Shrek, so I called him a cunt. He slaps me, and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now, and my face hurts. I lay in bed, and it's really cold. Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Shrek. I'm so happy. Shrek leans in and whispers, "this is my swamp." Shrek grabs me with his powerful ogre hands, and puts me onto my hands and knees. "I'm ready." I spread my ass cheeks for Shrek. Shrek penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Shrek. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I want to please Shrek. Shrek roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Shrek looks at him straight in the eye and says, "it's all ogre now." Shrek leaves through my window. Shrek is love. Shrek is life.