# Fat Raccoon Poem

Author: industrystandard
Tags: Cheating, Chubby, Fat, Fatfur, Fatty, Heartbreak, Poem, Raccoon, Vixen, Weight Gain

Fat raccoon poem  
  
A new day begins and I start to train  
A big fat round ton, is what I wish to gain  
the stripes on my shirt, they make me look round  
but soon I'll be sitting for-ever on the ground  
  
I'm just a pup now, but I want to be big  
as I sit down to breakfast and eat like a pig  
the first month quickly passes, oh how time flies  
and I laugh as my shorts get torn wide by my thighs  
  
more food I eat, my belly swells out  
the other kids mock me, as I grow more stout  
I walk into school and get bopped on the nose  
teacher sends me home cause my belles exposed  
  
my mother is angry and my father did rant  
I really don't want, to go to fat camp  
broccoli for dinner water for desert  
and I found out that hunger pangs could really hurt  
  
"To the burger joint" out my window I flew  
with allowance for burgers, more than quite a few  
five bags in hand, I heft up the sacks  
fifty five burgers, what a glorious snack  
  
I lay in my bed and enjoy my dinner  
all burgers gone, I'm no longer a beginner  
every day on the scale, I relish each pound  
and my parents are worried as I grow more round

  Lounging on the couch, I eat like a pig  
and mom comments on how I've gotten big  
my body grows out, with every meal I eat  
and I've forgotten what it means to look at my feet  
  
I'm just four foot tall, almost half as round  
and I cheer for myself as I reach three hundred pound  
I try on my new set suit, it's already tight  
not till I out grow it will I think it fits right  
  
my cheeks they bulge slow, as I eat real fast  
the rest of my face, stretches out my black mask  
my tail it shrinks, as my weight it sores  
and I spend all my money at the new doughnut store  
  
chocolate glazed crullers, and sweet Boston cream  
loading on carbs is my new gainer theme  
I step on the scale, but I can't see the meter  
The next step I think, is to find a nice feeder  
  
my sweet fluffy vixen gives my belly a pat  
it appears I'm not the only one who wants me to get fat  
I need more new clothes, for my body growing  
How big will I get? there's no way of knowing  
  
I'm growing faster, because of the vixen  
and I eat another feast, with more fattening fixins  
I lay on my bed, my heart all aflutter  
as she wheels in a cart, stocked with fresh cream and butter  
  

  I'm getting so heavy, and growing quite round  
as I step on the scale, she reads "SIX HUNDRED POUND"  
she gives me a hug, "Your getting so heavy"  
as she squeezes my girth, my belt bursts like a levy  
  
still at four foot tall, I'm finally more wide  
taller on my back, or laying on my side  
but I'm still not content, it's such a small number  
and I drink protein shakes, so I'll grow as I slumber  
  
through doors I squeeze the house is to small  
for a tubby raccoon, who's wider than tall  
My weight it soars, my parents protest  
but I cant see them past the pizza on my chest  
  
I'm all alone now, my vixen forgotten  
cheating on me, she did me right rotten  
and my sorrows i drown, in ice-cream and cake  
as I feed my huge gut, to stop it's hungry quake  
  
the tight shirt I wore, it's seems separated  
and I lay in a funk, my weight gain belated  
mom gives me a hug, to try and heal the hurt  
"I think your quite handsome, whatever it's worth."  
  
Into the mirror I gaze, my heart she did hurt it  
and I ask myself, "Was it really all worth it?"  
there's a rumble and a belch, to answer my question  
was worried for a second, but it was just indigestion.  
 

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