Millie McGee (A 'lightweight' weight-gain poem)

As 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!