bout a week ago, i had a tough night. even dreamphobic nazis can relate to stress, right?

anyways, yesterday i took a little shuffle of shame to my apartment, fully nude, showing off my rolls and weight (and of course, my cute saggy little nutsack). i needed a way to calm down. sighing, i sat down into my couch, feeling the familiar texture of my imprint on the furniture, and the crust of a cumstain brush against my asscheek.

as i turned youtube onto the TV, i looked around the room, staring at my vast collection of jars and figurines (to come in handy sometime later 😏). eventually my eyes landed on my special “dream corner”, filled to the brim with dozens of dream yootooz figurines (94 to be exact). every single one of them seemed to glow with the stains of a thousand unknown substances. In the background, i could hear the quiet buzzing and talking from my television. youtube had autoplayed to a “dreamnotfound being gay” compilation.

*perfect*

i was getting into the mood. my near-hairless forehead began to form little drops of sweat, which dripped all the way down to my multiple neckbeards.

i licked my chops. slowly getting off of my couch with a moan, i waddled over to my dream corner. my face was red, as i was blushing to the sound of dream and george’s flirtatious ways.

*dreamsus christ, i would do anything just to feel the soft texture of dreams palm..\~*

however, i knew that was an impossible feat to reach. he’s just simply out of my league- so i must do the next best thing. i reached my stubby, sweaty, and flabby hand out, to grab onto dreams little plastic palm. although not ideal, the texture of it managed to make my pequeno peniso squirt out a little streak of spermy wermy. i let out a soft moan, as my entire obese body undulated with pure pleasure. i caressed the figure’s terrified face, in an attempt to calm it down, however, that attempt was in vain.

*poor dream*, i thought. infinitly drowning, infinitely trapped in the depths of a water bucket.

i curled my chubby finger-oids around the figure, and gently began moving it closer to my shit-dripping starfish. the sounds coming from my television slowly faded into dream’s speed run music, getting louder and louder every minute.

*i’m ready*

i SHOVED dream into my asshole, with more force than a professional bodybuilding bull. Entire armies of my wholesome spermies, and entire generations of what would’ve been my future children started shooting out of my dick, like a water hose on jet mode. my arm was elbow deep into my anus, but it still wasn’t enough. i grabbed another figure, and immediately shoved it in too. the cum accelerated. at this point, there was no stopping me. three figures in my ass, four figures in my ass, five- the number was increasing at a scary rate. i was BEYOND the realm of dreamsexual at this point. my hand was a blur, uncontrollably shoving more and more figures into my ass at alarming velocities. i couldn’t stop. I COULDNT STOP! the dream speed run music warped around my ears. the voices in my head were humming along. my whole life flashed before my eyes,

and suddenly… i stopped.

i couldn’t believe it. my entire dream corner was empty, but my anal cavity wasn’t. my entire collection of 94 dream yootooz figurines were now inside of me. i could feel my ass throbbing with pain, but an enjoyable pain. a pleasurable pain.

i did it. god is dead and i killed him, but we have a new god now.

and that god is dream.

amen and awomen.