I was only nine years old. I loved Big Chungus so much, I had all the merchandise and movies. I’d pray to Chungus every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I’ve been given. “Chungus is love”, I would say, “Chungus is life”. My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Chungus. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I’m crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it’s really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It’s Chungus. I’m so happy. He whispers in my ear, “This is my Chungus”. He grabs me with his powerful Chungus hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Chungus. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Chungus. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Chungus. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Chung looks him straight in the eye, and says, “It’s all Chungus now”. Chungus leaves through my window. Chungus is love. Chungus is life.