The 5 Word Story Game ~ PART 7.44 (1771 views, 256 replies)

The objective is to add 5 words to the existing story.

You can change the story as much as you like in those 5 words.


Continued from ... PART SIX

of Hoggwarts - Megathrob, because of

his ability to inflate his

ego to gigantic proportions and

burn everything to the ground

Peep was reconsidering their relationship

and what her father would

The audience stood up to

what they had just witnessed

but quickly sat down once

embarrassed by what they saw.

Meanwhile, back in Jersey City

farmers with their Jersey cows

and brown paper packages tied

securely with brown knicker elastic

started preparations for their trip

overseas. They packed plenty of

weed, knickers for Megathrob to

wear and smoke as appropriate

However, hot on their heels

came Megathrob's mother, waving a

blue teledildonic device asking what

should I do with this?

Rain started pouring. Little Bo

had called her lover's mother

for an afternoon tea at

the Kremlin with Ivanka and

AAC. The choppers finally landed.

All three boarded, leaving Tipperary

it's a long, long way

they sang sipping tea infused

with shamrocks, Guinness and coke

then Saint Patrick finally woke

to the sweet sound of

the keys while we type

and our Deliverance banjo player.

"I must name this drink,"

Liberal Camilla after my lover

announced Prince Chaz to his

beloved pantheon of friends around

Althorp Manor's high-walled secrecy

Tales of Diana's buff boyfriends

echoed round the marble halls

and foot fetishists' yachts. Topless

in the wind... with nipples

hot, hard and pointing skyward.

The smell of toasting flesh,

, Guinness and sunblock together makes

an irrestible combination for the

Irish booby watchers with their

Nikon D780s for snapping topless

lunch boxes with fat meaty

sausage rolls and chili sauce

with space cake for dessert.

Bo and Megsthrob excused themselves

to have roll in hay

then roll a fat joint

of hamm down to bottom

aka bum, butt or ass.

Later, they appeared dishevelled, smelling

of sweat and Vaseline, with

no clothes except for multiple

layers of Spandex and chains.

Peep felt embarrassed knowing that

Mother Superior had caught him

wanking in the graveyard under

several priests and a bishop

that have recently been in

trouble with the law for

molesting newly blossoming teenagers to

maintain traditional customs handed down

through generations of ecclesiastical clergy

and scholastic preservation of the

holy office of the inquisition.

"Amen!", said Mother Superior when

she pulled out her cane

"Some cane" Peep thought and

put books down his pants.

One of the books was

the Playboy compendium, very thick

and covered in the results

of self-abuse and apple pie

Mother Superior had personally baptized

the new Bishop with her secret

well hidden in his private

locker room packed with carnal

and spiritual ornaments, collected from

Andrew's room at Buckingham Palace.

The Palace declined every rumor

at the cost of ridicule

but protected their reputation for

religious and ethical reign over

silly English mans and womans

and other loyal subjects because

they could. Peep crouched towards

the Americans fighting about politics

leaving no doubt about the

unbearable lightness of being a

radical Republican atheist in a

WMD-armed repressive dictatorship called

the Divided States of Dystopia

whose Orange [SPOILER]apologies to Irish readers dictator's family ruled

With an iron rod, fluffy

and rusty yet able to

sort men from the boys.

Peep dropped the books and

quickly hid behind a fat

layer of banknotes and cocaine

and took off his clothes

slowly as in a strip

show, revealing skinny, hairy legs

and a big tattoo on

the cheeks of his delicate

nether regions. Peep took his

clothes from the floor and

pulled out wads of cash

from her ample cleavage and

paused while Potus grabbed her

phone number from the tattoo

beneath her lesbian lover's habit.

Megathrob entered the scene with

the paparazzi taking pictures of

his unadulterated jealousy at seeing

egos more inflated than his

hot air balloon with the

spandex wrapped sticky latex membrane

resembling Oprah in the gym.

He let fly a stream

of words unfit for children

comparing her to Amber Turd's

feces and spread shaving foam

on all her hairy bits

hoping to remove her pubes

and tattoo a new number

42 as the answer to

how many times they would

orgasm in a week before

collapsing in sheer exhaustion due

to body-fluids blocking their masks.

Peep seemed to enjoy their

discreet soirees arranged by Ghislane

in a remote mansion of

Jeffry's on a Caribbean island

where servants peeping through doors

observed disgusting sexual acts which

were recorded digitally for future

silence from presidents and royalty.

Ghislaine stored the filthy recordings

in her underwear drawer with

fake passwords and contacts for

wealthy deviants. She fondled her

asymmetric boobs, the larger being

mentioned in the 'Devizes' limerick

[SPOILER]There once was a girl from Devizes
with titties of different sizes
one was small
and no use at all
the other was huge and won prizes.

So proud of her frontage,

deservedly so with the perky

shoulder pads, she frequently whispered

her enthusiasm through barely audible

shrieks, muffled by the soft

pillow. It was quite a

change from her own home

bedroom which was decorated by

mirrors on the ceiling and

a bondage swing set hanging

on chains from a vibrating

platform equipped with oxygen tanks

regulators, nebulizers for prolonged hedonic

second comings, and draught Guinness.

Meanwhile Andrew needed to confess

to Mummy about his friends

big sister whom was very

fond of playing with her

toys generously donated by the

Prince Andrew and Ghislane Charity.

Meanwhile, rumours began to circulate

in the surrounding villages about

the strange sounds coming from

the château whose inhabitants were

playing banjos and waving their

drum sticks happily in the

music room. Meanwhile Megathrob showed

up and spied Bo flaunting

her tan, moving her body

sensuously in the jelly-pit with

breathtaking finesse while draining her

bucket of Guinness and gobbling

Like a turkey before Thanksgiving

looking forward to dinner time.

blissfully unaware that he's dinner

which Megathrob would enjoy after

a good ole country hoedown

and unsuccessful attempts at "buckaroo"

while swinging from the chandelier.

Meanwhile, Andrew was in the