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Millie McGee (A 'lightweight' weight-gain poem)
🕑 Added 2024-08-01 15:08:39 +0000 UTCAs we’ve discussed, I’ve occasionally dabbled in weight-gain poetry. I’m no poet (and I know it!), but there’s something about the imagery and immediacy of a poem that’s hard to beat. I suppose that’s why folks are still writing them. It doesn’t matter if you’re composing an ode to autumn or a sexually charged sonnet, you can mold a poem’s flow and cadence to evoke moods and feelings far more efficiently than you can with standard prose.
This is a poem I composed in June as I worked my way out of my writing funk. After several months away, my creative juices were beginning to flow again, but I didn’t feel like jumping back into an existing project just yet and I didn’t want to risk overwhelming myself with a new one. (Having a lot on your plate is good if you’re a weight-gaining girl, but not so much if you're an author suffering burnout.)
Anyway, I’m not even sure what you’d call poetry like this (free-verse limerick?). Still, I wanted to share it with you as it served to prime my pump (creatively and otherwise) and set the table for the buffet of new material you’ll be reading in the coming weeks. Enjoy!
MILLIE MCGEE
By Maverick
Millie McGee weighed 203
The day she finished High School.
She was terribly fat
Had some acne and that
Made her no one’s definition of cool.
“Never again!” she said rubbing her chin
(Which had recently grown to a double.)
“If I keep gaining weight”
“I’ll never date”
“And will eventually pop like a bubble!”
So, that summer she swore
She would eat no more
than was necessary.
She gave up sweets
Denied herself treats
And even turned her nose up at dairy.
“It has to be done”
Said the pot-bellied one
“If I’m to find a rich man to marry.”
“And if I exercised”
The tubby teen surmised
“Then I’d be as fit as a fiddle”
“My tits would be perky”
“My ass would be twerky”
“And I’d lose all this mush in the middle.”
So, Millie huffed, and she puffed
And she blew her blouses down
Several Xs in size.
To get ready for college
Where she’d receive knowledge
Of professors worldly and wise.
But forget about that
If she were no longer fat
Her limit for guys was the sky!
When the calendar turned
And the calories burned
Had revealed the body she’d dreamed.
Millie strolled through the quad
As if she were God
And waited for boys to teem.
They did.
Her cleaned-up complexion
Gave guys an erection
And so did her tight little body
But it didn’t take long
For things to go wrong
Once Millie began being naughty.
I suppose I should mention
This newfound attention
Wasn’t so great for her figure.
All the wining and dining
And endless boy pining
Quickly had Millie growing bigger.
As for the classes
They were pains in the asses
So, Millie regularly skipped them
Much better to hook up
In skirts boys could look up
In search of the perfect him.
But she didn’t skip meals
And her sex appeal
Gradually started to dim.
Her skirts became tighter
And the boys grew less righter
Than when she was slim.
Then some fresh zits
Bulged along with her tits
Making her less of a looker.
Millie tried to use makeup
But it just oiled her face up
And made her look like a hooker!
For her weight she tried girdles
But her ass was a hurdle
She just couldn’t get up and over.
So, she darkened the bedroom.
(Her “where I give head” room.)
And guzzled Russell Stover.
It creamed in her mouth
As her body went south
And the boys began calling her ‘Rover.’
Millie McGee weighed 303
The day she was kicked out of college.
Four years of eating and a beauty fleeting
Had filled her, but not with much knowledge.
She’d learned just one lesson
That’s if you start messin’
With forces beyond your control.
You might lose your figure
Or something bigger
You could even lose your soul!
