Cringe Shrek Novels & Stories

My Stomach made a grumpy ‘I am hungry’ sound Shit! (Subconsciously Face palms Her self) So embarrassing..

she groaned, then a spurt of slimy liquid landed on my shirt. Urgh What the hell. I tried to uncurl her fingers from my shirt, she could vomit on the ground, but I couldn't go around with the stench of puke all over me. "Let go now" I voiced out in a grimace. "No" she giggled like it was all fun to her. She wouldn't let go, her grope got even tighter if possible as she continued the torture of puking her guts out on my shirt. Now her face was upturned to mine, wearing that wide creepy satisfied smirk. * *

His hands settle on my thighs warm, massive, calloused, and push them apart. My skirt rides up. My underwear is visible, black lace, soaked through, the fabric clinging to my swollen folds. There’s no hiding it. The wet spot is dark and spreading and the evidence of what they’re doing to me is right there. “Look at that.” Craig’s thumb presses against the wet spot. Against my clit through the soaked lace. My hips buck off the table and a moan tears from my throat, loud, wrecked, pathetic. “Ohh, fuck, Daddy, please—”

"Such a pathetic, dramatic show-off. Pushing her off that cliff was the easiest thing I've done all week. I watched her drown in that black sea... I just hope the shark bait is dead by now so we don't have to hear her whimper anymore." Drake let out a light, careless laugh that cut straight through my ribs like a rusty blade. "Good riddance," Drake scoffed, his voice utterly devoid of warmth or remorse. "She was an annoying, worthless eyesore anyway. Always walking around like she's special just because Creed looked her way once or twice. She’s nothing." The world tilted violently on its axis.

The very idea made my stomach churn violently. My eyes widened incredulously when he started to tremble, letting out breathy moans as he climaxed, some of his release dripping on the floor. A strangled sound of revulsion escaped my lips as I witnessed his shameful display. This whole scenario was like a nightmare from which I couldn't wake, an affront to all decency and human dignity. Oh my gosh, what did I just watch?

My cheeks are bulging like a squirrel's own, but I keep adding more. “I need to calm down…” I say to myself, but is it too late? My stomach shakes violently and I barely make it to a corner before everything comes back up- I am full to the extent that my body is disgusted. I cry as I retch, mourning the loss of precious food that I might not get in contact with again for a while, but as soon as the shaking stops, I crawl back to the cupboard.

[Hahhahhaaa! Big Bang indeed! Which big shot did they offend?] [And they were knocked out with a bang! Hahahhhaaah!!!] [They came and left with a bang! Laughing emoji…] [I can’t believe this! OMG!!! Who could be this free?] [I’m speechless!!!] [They came with a bang and left with a meow… Hahahahaaa!!!] [Does anyone have the full video? I need to watch the first show of the Big Bang Crew]

"An ogre." “Like Shrek.” He sucked in a breath and she closed her eyes. “Shrek? Like an ugly, green, grouchy ogre?” he asked. “I didn’t think he was that ugly. I kind of thought he was cute,” she said. Dear. Lord. She was digging herself a bigger and bigger hole. “Cute?” “Yes, cute,” she said. “And ogre was just one of the options I threw out there. There was also a lion or a tiger or a whale—”

Then I looked up to see Chris’s malicious sneer. ‘As if someone like him would fuck someone as fat and ugly as you’ he sniggered at me. Sasha stopped what he was doing, looked at me wrinkling his nose in disgust. Leyosha appeared with a look of disdain clear on his face as I tried to cover my nakedness.

I almost passed out from the stench. I kept struggling, writhing and twisting my head. Suddenly they grabbed my neck from behind, holding it in place; another grappled with my jawbone, forcing my mouth wide open. I gagged and bucked, desperate to escape. The humiliation of it made my skin burn and the smell made vomit surge up my throat. Even as I threw up they kept shoving the vile thing at me. My tears fell silently, a quiet rebellion against the brash noise of their jeers.