{"sf1_id":259078,"sf2_id":"k1VyNJGn","title":"Fat Fox Poem","author":"industrystandard","words":781,"posted_at":"2011-06-16T02:40:00.000Z","tags":["Fat","Fatfur","Fatty","Fox","Poem","Weight Gain"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/259078-fat-fox-poem","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1VyNJGn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/0f/cd/0fcdb878-deab-408e-aabc-f5e816bfb66d","description":"","content":"Fat Fox Poem  \n  \nAwaking again with a stretch and a yawn  \nI start to notice just how fat I have grown  \nMy belly, it bulges, I were it with pride  \neven though I'm beginning to outgrow my hide  \n  \nI wash my soft fur with water so cool  \nthinking of breakfast, my maw starts to drool  \nas i get dressed, i notice with fright  \nmy new outsized sweatsuit has gotten quite tight  \n  \nmy gut shows right through, my growth's gotten drastic  \nand I try hard to pull at the tortured elastic  \npotbelly still showing, I'm in a good mood  \nnot out of the bedroom, I already have food.  \n  \nI thud down the hall, munching fattening treats  \nis it really my fault that I like to eat  \nI notice my fur has gotten more soft  \nas I pick up the cream and pull the top off  \n  \nbreakfast was grand, a continental feast  \nbut still a small snack for this softening beast  \nthe bacon piled high, doughnuts by the dozen  \nand the omlete stuffed turkey roasted in the oven  \n  \ntwo loaves of toast and steak on three platters  \nI'm no longer hungry, just want to get fatter.  \nlong done with breakfast and finishing brunch  \nI heft myself up so that i can make lunch\n\n\u0026nbsp; My sweatshirt rides up, and the pants they head down  \nI fondle my belly so soft and so round  \nall out of food, I must shop today  \nand stop at the old country kitchen buffet  \n  \nfirst thing is first, this fat fox is hungry  \nhe needs to feed his full fat fox tummy  \ndriving along he looks for a snack  \nguess it's time to head to burger shack  \n  \nfive milkshakes, ten burgers, and twelve pounds of fries  \nall of these things will go right to my thighs  \nwords cannot express, how hungry I feel  \nmy fat burger belly, now rubbing the wheel  \n  \nI might be greasy, blobby and growing more round  \nbut I am a happy, slobby, foxy chow-hound  \nbefore the buffet, I stop three times more  \nat the chicken and ice-cream and bakery stores  \n  \nI slide back the seat, to help get unstuck  \nthe buffets almost empty, I have such great luck  \nthe employees see me, and some try to hide  \nnever before seeing, a vulpine this wide  \n  \nI just want to eat, it's all that I do  \nthe sign says take a plate, so I take a few  \nmy belly it growls, even full of food  \nand though people stare, I don't think it rude  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I waddle to my table, well really i sauntered  \ntelling them the shirt shrank when it was laundered  \nI eat with abandon, belly growing wider  \nI notice the sweatpants have gotten quite tighter  \n  \nmy body gets fatter, love handles they loom  \nas I swell like a living, vulpine balloon  \nthe employees work harder, for them there's no thrill  \nthe restock the buffet so I can get my fill  \n  \nClosing time they say, it's getting quite late  \nI look at the clock as I lick my last plate  \nIndeed it is, quite late in the day  \n\"Thanks for the feast, I'll be on my way  \n  \nI waddled quite slowly, having grown quite heavy  \nMy pants creak and groan, like an overtaxed levy  \neating like that makes my gut get quite round  \nit takes so much effort to get belly to ground  \n  \nas I try to leave, they hold the door wide  \nI can't help but grin, my huge ass caught inside  \nthey push and they pull, they shove and they ram  \nall in an effort to dislodge my huge can  \n  \nthey all wave goodbye. glad to see the glutton go  \nand they all celebrate with a brief dosey do  \nback to my car, way back the seat goes  \nand I press on the gas, with the claws on my toes  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I empty the grocery, pizza shop too  \nand I pick up enough doughnuts for a zoo  \nI get it all home, to early to hit the sheets  \nI still have time to get something to eat  \n  \nIce-cream and cake, candy and sweats  \nall soon to become fatty foxy meat  \nMy belly grumbles it groans and it shakes  \nfor once it seems that was too much I ate  \n  \noff to bed I groan, clutching my belly tight  \nthree antacids go down and I turn off the light  \nI grin as I jiggle another new chin  \ncan't wait till tomorrow to start over again  \n  \na scream breaks the quiet, I bolt upright  \nand reach out my fat paw to flick on the light  \nI search all 'round the room, it sat once more quiet  \n\"What was that sound, did someone say diet?\"  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n"}