Principal Trunchbull was a handsome woman; A strong lady with an iron fist. A magnificent aroma of sheer brilliance leaked from her captivating being, simply Marvellous. 'This bootylious babe would make a fine trophy wife' said Miguel to his fine pal Tulio.

'I don't know honey-cheeks, she does seem rather suspicious, hanging out in our cartoon world' yelled Tulio, a hint of jealousy creeping into the unnecessary and uncalled for advice.

Tulio had admired Miguel for many a year, he realised that if he didn't act quickly his beautiful, sex-god would be out of his life faster than you could say 'drop it like it's hot now baby doll'

Tulio contemplated doing the old gals 'ed in, but realised that he wasn't the brightest straw in the cornflake box. Ever since Miguel had saved Tulio from the slave traders he had been internally in his debt. He knew that blocking his cock would be an obnoxious move so he stayed silent, alone in his innocent, yet brilliant mind.

Miguel was making his way down town toward the beastly women, unafraid, unfeeling and unconscious of his unregulated inhibition. Tulio was able to witness the brilliance of his amigos movements. What a perfect memory to save in the wank-bank ;) .

The Trunchbull was experiencing intense feelings of nausea, she swooned as she saw the magnificently fine specimen of a man riding towards her on rollerblades, oh how she loved them camp. She loved to feel in control, she loved to feel like the manly-men's-man of the relationship and she knew she could hook up this little duckling.

As Miguel reach forward to grab the bosom of his love he heard a high pitched shriek, oh how she loved it! Miguel wondered how the handsome woman was able to make such a beautiful sound without opening her mouth. Ah well, maybe she was a well-practised ventriloquist. Her chest was hard as a 6-month old bagel that had been left to mature. Miguel felt the pounding of his heart as he reached into to kiss the Juliet to his Romeo, when a faint Scottish accent coming from her nostril became apparent. The distant depressed hum of the BeeGee's 'How deep is your love' could be heard from Tulios practiced lips.

Miguel stepped away, releasing himself from second base. 'Maybe she's not into that kinda stuff' He thought. 'maybe she likes it rough'. Miguel prepared himself to woo his baby signalling Tulio to press play to his regular sound track 'eye of the tiger'. Tulio looked slightly sad but Miguel didn't give a shit. Miguel wouldn't have given a shit if Tulio was fucking Jesus. He needed the Trunchbull, he needed to feel alive. Miguel placed his self in second postion and then sprung into action, leaping into the air and round-house kicking the principle square in the face. 'oh yeah, you like that don't you pumpkin'

The trust of Miguel's foot sent a wave of vibrations down the womens body, rippling rolls were floating in a resemblance of the oceans delicious waves. Miguel noticed that the crazy trembling of the principal's body was slightly odd, 'Have I hurt her?' He screamed, thrashing his arms around in a wild manor. Suddenly, in a burst of teeth and fur, the women's head split open from the area that Miguel had original landed his foot.

'HOLY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK HAVE I DONE? SHIT!' the young fella yelled.

Ten green sausages popped out from the splitting skin. Stretching the area. Suddenly a head emerged, from inside the head, It was as green and the heavens above. 'aye' said a glorious Scottish accent. The ogre was intense and wonderful, Miguel couldn't believe his face balls.

Shrek was standing there completely naked. Suddenly Miguel understood why he felt such a connection to the women even though he was super gay. It was shrek, his long lost mother from another brother.

'I don't know what to do!' said shrek

'Do me?' asked Miguel

'That will do, that will do ;)'