1 The Genesis of Doggin' 1:1-First Contact

"Omg bro shut up I have no idea what your saying"

George looked at the clock, it was late but he had an argument to win. "There is no way someone could fit that many hot dogs up their ass. I mean I believe they could stick a lot up but 60 is a lot dude."

"No bro, I'm telling you. There's a Wikipedia page and everything" Peter sent a link over the web browser "see"

Their autism got the best of both of them and they had now both exposed themselves to a 60 hot dog fiesta.

"Fuck bro why is that a thing" George said, "That's to many dogs"

"What the dog doing"

"I'm literally going to shoot you"

"Stay mad because you were wrong, anyway imma go to bed because winning is tiring" He was actually going to bed because he had been scared by the width of that ass hole

He went to bed

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The next few days came and went uneventful as the hand of time ticked on. Masturbation being as if it was the gears to the clock of time. As if the days flowed around the task of jacking off marking the days off with each blast of cum. As if the penis rising and falling was the sun itself.

However one thought remained in both their heads even more potent than that of stroking their Schlong. The ass hole. It was as if it were a demon staring them down. A black hole of the world, the start and end of all existence. Slowly from the back of their minds it crept forward how big that ass hole could stretch. A thought consuming all sheer intelligence they could muster.

Before they knew it they had both found themselves on their computers looking at the same image, infatuated by its mere existence as if human nature was telling them that for it to be was not.

I want to be in that ass they both thought, I need that ass.

The human mind is a strange beast, somehow the most conflicting part of existence is one's self. The ability to do what you know is wrong, the battle between thyself and thy ego. A battle which will never cease until the end of consciousness. This battle, the boys had both just lost. They had succumbed to their animalistic natures. This was not their fault however, the 60 dogs was too much for anyone to handle. It is even said that the photographer who took that picture ended up taking his life in a conflict with his own mind.

The boys weren't the first ones to walk this path; it's the similar path every furry takes and loses. It was too late for redemption for them. Their souls were husks of cum. They both knew what they had to do, research for the truth consumed them. How could they get this hole.