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Love feed. Love eating and grows.

Love fat
Snickety snack and all of that
Bites and nights and
Stretchy tights
I want you big on me

Another taste and have some more
A cheeky clap
A belly slap
A pound on you or maybe four
Soft grab
and squeeze
I feed to please
to please the need

My sitting chair emits a creak
There's much more there than there was last week

A silver fork with toothy grin
Suggests the rest could be packed in

And suddenly the cake is gone
But not content, my hunger's on
to thirds.

I saw the best bods of my generation enhanced by fatness

Full
Not full but not quite
Bite
Not bite but just might
Stuff
Not stuffed but oh so
Fat
Not fat but I want
that

Apologies, @Andrii1995 for hijacking this thread with impromptu poetry! While I was inspired, I'm fairly sure that "Poems by Kacchan" was not your original post intent. Sorry for straying off course - we love the same things!

Your poetry is fresh😊

Aww... thanks!

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I let my belly out
It hangs a moment, then descends
Like a dewdrop
Round and fat before the sun

I'm bigger now
Than I was before
In many different ways

Not just my thighs
Or my backside
But every inch of space

I grab and shake and smile.
and let my fingers trace

the marks that show that I am more
And will not be contained