"I was only 9 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 he calls me a
faggot. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion for Shrek. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to
sleep. My
face hurts. I lay in bed, and it's really cold. Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me. It's Shrek. I'm so happy. He whispers into my ear, 'This is my swamp.' He grabs me with his powerful, shrexy ogre hands and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm ready. I spread my asscheeks for Shrek. He 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 push against his force. I want to please Shrek. He roars his mighty roar as he fills my
butt with his love. My
dad walks in. Shrek looks him straight in the eyes and says 'It's all ogre now.' Shrek leaves through my window. Shrek is love. Shrek is life.