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My vision narrow, an endless tunnel.
I chug and chug from my trusty funnel.
Every part of me touches the ground.
My blessing and curse is to be bed bound.
Monsterous flab grown from my habit.
I think I'm more butter than rabbit.
Mindlessly feeding. I'm truly a slut
for the stuff that fills my belly and butt.

I'm fat...

I've known this for a long while

I've been called that so many times

you don't think I already see that?

as I stare into the mirror and see my fat self

and just want to cut it all away

I'm called 'whale', 'cow' and 'pig'

no one would love me

I know there are those who love overweight girls

but theirs not many

everyday at school I'm called many hurtful things

my mom say's I'm beautiful

but no one else thinks that

I sit at a table...

alone because no one bothers to talk to me

I hate the tv.. do you know why?

all they show... is skinny unrealistic looking people

I know they do it because many people want skinny and 'beautiful' people

but ask yourself this

'beauty is what is on the inside'

but why do not many actually follow this fact?

100 Ramen Bowls


Devored by an Imposter


His Belly's A Balloon

A poodle told me with a wave of a wand
We’re not all superstars

He rolled my tail and put some lipstick on
Myself and several other hogs

“There’s nothing wrong with loving who you are”
he said, “And your new name is Babe”
“You should have asked for that new sports car”
“Bikes tend to make you put on weight”

My tail curls every which way
I love to stuff my face
I’m in the pig pen baby I was boar-d this way

Throw my fat ass in the seat
Don’t count the portions just eat
I’m in the pig pen baby I was boar-d this way

Oh their ain’t no other way
Baby I was boar-d this way
Baby I was boar-d this way
Oh their ain’t no other way
Baby I was boar-d this way
Pig Pen baby I was boar-d this way

Don’t be a drag just be a Pig
Don’t be a drag just be a Pig
Don’t be a drag just be a Pig
Don’t be don’t be

Gave myself pig slop
And deep pig pens
So I can wallow and root
a motorcycle and some leather boots
and now I look like quite the brute

Being a biker is not a sin
I’m a Capital P-I-G
I love my life I love my motorbike
and most of all I love me

My tail curls every which way
I love to stuff my face
I’m in the pig pen baby I was boar-d this way

Throw my fat ass in the seat
Don’t count the portions just eat
I’m in the pig pen baby I was boar-d this way

Oh their ain’t no other way
Baby I was boar-d this way
Baby I was boar-d this way
Oh their ain’t no other way
Baby I was boar-d this way
Pig Pen baby I was boar-d this way

Don’t be a drag, just be a pig
be real proud of my biker rig
Harley, kawi, Yamaha,
Any is fine for a biker hog
Rev the bike, the tires squeal
As I ride to my next big meal
get even more snacks today
Cause baby I was boar-d this way

I’m not a regular guy
I live a trans-species life
I’m in the pig pen baby
I have loads of stink lines
no longer a whitetail buck
But that is just my luck
I’m in the pig pen baby
I love to wallow in muck

She's got an appetite
You just can't sate
A plush body
Make ya wanna mate

I ain't seen nobody
Strut just like her
Belly be shakin'
Hips be quakin'
You better get offa her turf

The way she sways
Entertains me for days
Belly be shakin'
Hips be quakin'
You better get offa her turf

Simba: "So long time since I saw her.
But what will you look at that?
Would she want to have me? No way!
She's fit and I am fat.

Nala: He's still just like I know him.
I can see it in his eyes.
But can he be the king, I wonder?
A king that is his size?

Chorus: Can you feel the fat tonight?
The warming feelings within?
The love tonight, in perfect harmony.
The fat and the thin.

Can you feel the fat tonight?
The whole universe at peace?
The love between two strong individuals.
On healthy and one Obese.

(Simba) I'm gonna be a mighty king, I’m gonna rule them all like that!
(Zazu) I've never seen a king or beast
being quite so very fat.

(Simba) I'm gonna have a big banquet
Like no king had before
I will chow it down and gobble up
and end it with my roar! (Makes a small burp instead)

(Zazu) What an unbelievable disgusting little thing.

(Simba) Oh, I just can't weight to be king!

(Simba) No one saying lose weight (Zazu) now when I said that

(Simba) No one saying work out (Zazu) What I meant was

(Simba) No one saying bad shape (Zazu) what you don't realize

(Simba) No one saying stop eat (Zazu) But stop eat!

(Simba) Free to eat around all day

(Zazu) Well, that's definitely out

(Simba) Free to do it all my way

(Zazu) I think it's time that you faced the facts heart to heart.
(Simba) Kings don't need advice from little lightweights for a start.

(Zazu) If this is where the monarchy is headed count me out!

Out of service out of Africa I wouldn't hang about

This child is becoming a bigger burden for me wing

(Simba) Oh I just can't weight to be king

Everybody look left

Everybody look right

Everywhere you look I’m

Filling up the spotlight!

(Zazu) Not yet!

(Choir) Let every creature go for broke and sing
Let's hear it in the herd and on the wing
He’s gonna be the kingdoms biggest thing

(Simba) Oh, I just can't weight to be king!

Oh, I just can't weight to be king!

Oh, I just can't weeeeeeight ... to be king!

[spoken]
Ever since I was a young girl
There's been a message drilled into my head
"You need to behave, make your vices a slave
Or you'll wind up in HELL once you're dead!"
But who's to say Hell's such a bad place?
It's for people who let passions run free
And those who inhabit have no inhibitions
That's the kind of people for meeeeee~

[music starts]

It's good to be baaaaad~
It's good to sin and revel
If good's up for debate, I'll gladly advocate
For that poor Devil
It's good to be bad
Old Scratch is very gracious
If there's an urge to slake, no need to pump the brake
Just be salacious!

It's good to be a cad
It's fun to be so fiendish
Don't try to be so pure, so precious and demure
And don't be squeamish
It's good to go mad
It's quite illuminating
'Cause when you realize, that morals are all lies
It's liberating!

They promise if you're good that you'll be Heaven-bound
But why would someone want to end up there
It's just a bunch of priests, preachers, monks, and nuns
I can't imagine such a group of squares
I'd hate a modest Easter brunch that's packed with saints
I'd rather have a Bacchanal with sinners
I'd leave every night filled up to the brim
And I'm not just talking 'bout the dinners!

It's good to have some lust
No need to be a prude
You'll get some confidence, no need to stay so tense
So just act crude
It's good to lack restraint
It's great to be a glutton
So if you want to glut, pack more right in that gut
And pop some buttons

It's right to do some wrong
It's wrong to be so righteous
It's really not a flaw, to want to break the law
Don't try and fight it
It's good to be ambitious
And never satisfied
Contentment I abhor, for if I say "no more"
It means I haven't tried!

And when I stomp on through those fiery gates
My sight will make Lucifer swoon!
He'll tell me "I knew someday you'd be by my side,
But not so beautiful or so soon!"
So if you look at me and tell me "go to hell"
I'll tell you that I'm gladly on my way
No one on Earth or Heaven dares to slow me down
I can hardly wait for this infernal day!
This daaaaaaaaaaaaaay~

[KEY CHANGE: D minor -> F minor]

It's worth it being wicked
It's valid being vile
To be a reprobate, to loot and desecrate
It makes me smile
Don't bother being normal
Don't idolize the meek
If you're not happy in your underwhelming skin
Than make some tweaks!

[KEY CHANGE: F minor -> G minor]

It's worth it for this power!
It's great to be this grand!
I'll gladly pay the price, to end up at this size
And always in command!
You all would LOVE to be a god
And rule for all eternity!
But your work here is done, there's only room for one!
And that, one, will, be,
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

♪ Grow grow grow grow grow
Grow grow grow grow grow
Grow grow grow grow grow
Grow grow grow grow grow

I'm dressed up tonight
Even though I'm so wide
Exhaust myself whenever I'm movin'

I keep swelling out
My butt's draggin' on the ground
My curves building up my body's convex

Blimps don't just fly they get round and blow up
My body churns hope dessert isn't long

I can't get up
Go raid more kitchens
Till my gut distends and then I'll eat again
I'm too fat to leave I wanna try eating everything
I wanna try til I'm fatter than a whale

I can't get up
Go raid more kitchens
Till my gut distends and then I'll eat again
I'm too fat to leave I wanna try eating everything
I wanna try til I'm fatter than a whale

Grow grow grow grow grow
Try everything
Grow grow grow grow grow
Try everything
Grow grow grow grow grow
Try everything
Grow grow grow grow grow

How fat I've become, I've filled my gut with love
Baby it's not enough
Go get a chef
Don't stop this warm up
I've got like a ton of mass
I finish meals last what I'm not obsessed

I can't get up
Go raid more kitchens
Till my gut distends and then I'll eat again
I'm too fat to leave I wanna try eating everything
I wanna try til I'm fatter than a whale

I'll keep on eating those numerous cakes
I'll keep on eating them every day
Those numerous cakes

Grow grow grow grow grow
Try everything
Grow grow grow grow grow
Try everything
Grow grow grow grow grow
Try everything
Grow grow grow grow grow

Try everything ♫

The Plight of Being a Bunny Blob

We blobby buns are lots of fun
We're made to squish and squeeze
We can't escape, can't hop or run
Just sit there while we're teased

We're sensitive and very soft
As everybody knows
Our blubberrumps have lots of loft
Our blushy cheeks, they glow

Everyone who gathers 'round
They love to poke and tickle
Hear our gurgling belly sounds
As our blubber bodies jiggle

Some of us have perky ears
For others, they're quite floppy
To tickle them brings us to tears
Especially since we're blobby

Some of us are gassy too
We belch and fart non-stop
Stuff us silly, fat accrues
We lie back with a flop

The scents that we produce can vary
Some can be quite sweet
Keep our tormentors feeling merry
As they tickle our helpless feet

A comfy, cushy, cozy life
Is what we must endure
No tedium or pointless strife
A bunny blob is demure

Sacrificing dignity
In exchange for blissful pleasure
Filling up the vicinity
It's worth it by any measure

Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
In my tum, tum tum
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
In my tum, tum, tum


“That isn’t how it’s supposed to sound,” commented Clawhauser, but he despite this change, he was getting drawn into the lyrics like it was a siren’s call. He approached the edge of the stage, his eyes were glued to Gazelle as she danced, her obese body jiggled mesmerically and it was all the more tantalizing as she gazed right back at him.


I’m hungry tonight, I’m gonna get a bite
I’ll just eat till I’m big and fat again
I keep gaining more, till my gut touches the floor
I always have room left to have dessert


Clawhauser hung onto every word that Gazelle sang, despite what she was singing. He got even more into it as she approached him and brought a donut to his maw. Like a pet being given a treat, he opened his maw and bit down on it. Then with his paws, he pushed it into his mouth as he munched it up happily. His tail twisted, making the shape of a heart as he felt the greatest bliss of love he ever felt before.


I don’t just eat, I also put on weight
Someday I will pack on over a ton


Her tiger backup dancers than made their way into sight. Like Gazelle, they were so fat that their normally strongly built bodies were covered in flab. Their guts hung down to their knees and their rears stuck out of their spandex shorts. As they moved their bodies about, rolls of blubber bounced and jiggled on their arms and legs. Their guys swayed to and fro and their multichins slapped against their moobs.


I won’t lose weight, no I won’t diet
Till the buffets end, and then I’ll binge again
I need to feed, I wanna eat everything
I wanna eat till I can’t see my feet


A couple more of Gazelle’s backup dancers than appeared. They both pushed in carts stacked with donuts and brought them onto the stage. Gazelle then gestured Clawhauser to come up too. Without hesitating, he climbed up and was led to the donuts. Without even needing to be told what to do, he began grabbing the donuts off the carts and stuffed them into his maw, eating them up ravenously and then grabbed more.


I won’t lose weight, no I won’t diet
Till the buffets end, and then I’ll binge again
I need to feed, I wanna eat everything
I wanna eat till I can’t see my feet


After a couple dozen donuts were downed by the hungry cheetah, it was clear how fattening they were. His gut bulged out bigger than it ever had before as did his rear. His normally toned body now had at least a couple layers of pudge on it. Even his face was looking rounder with plumped out cheeks. Despite this being what he always dreaded, he couldn’t help smile. He smiled even more as Gazelle then approached him to rub his gut and hand feed him more donuts as her song continued.


Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
Yum yum eat everything
In my tum, tum, tum
Yum yum eat everything
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
Yum yum eat everything
In my tum, tum, tum


Fatter and fatter, Clawhauser continued to gain, his gut and chest swelling out. If he had on a shirt on, it would have burst off of him by this point. The same would be true for pants as they’d be straining to hold back a growing pair of thunder thighs and an ever widening buttocks.

More donuts were devoured, making Clawhauser plump up over his entire body stretched his underwear to their limits till finally the elastic snapped and the fabric tore apart. Clawhauser now stood there, in the buff, his gut hanging down to his knees and a rear too wide for anyone to be able to hug it from one end to another. Gazelle rubbed the bigger and rounder cheeks on his face as she gazed deeply into his eyes that seemed smaller on his fattened head. He blushed, the bliss of this moment beyond anything he had ever fantasized. This all might have been a dream and somewhere he probably still realized that, but it didn’t matter to him in the slightest.


Look how fat I’ve become, I’ve clogged my heart with lard
Belly so big, now too heavy to lift
Just let myself go, become a hungry beast
Then have a huge feast, cause fat is the best


“It certainly is,” murred Clawhauser leaning over to kiss his idol, but two of Gazelle’s tiger backup dancers unexpectedly lifted him up while a third slipped some spandex shorts on him. He blushed in embarrassment for a moment, but as he saw them start to dance, he began to join them in doing so as well, shaking his rear and slapping his belly.


I won’t lose weight, no I won’t diet
Till the buffets end, and then I’ll binge again
I need to feed, I wanna eat everything
I wanna eat till I can’t see my feet


“Oh, this brings back so many memories,” sniffled Clawhauser as he danced. “All the eating and dancing to music I did back home. My mom always said I was such an adorable butterball. I was always so happy back then, but when I got picked on for being such a fat sissy… I never thought I’d end up like this again. For the first time in forever… I think I feel… truly happy.”


I won’t lose weight, no I won’t diet
Till the buffets end, and then I’ll binge again
I need to feed, I wanna eat everything
I wanna eat till I can’t see my feet


The area beyond the stage then lit up and as far as the eye could see, it was like an endless ocean of donuts. Seeing this, Clawhauser drooled with delight. He couldn’t restrain himself anymore from eating donuts. He didn’t want to. The gluttonous beast that he had locked away for so long was free once more. Roaring like a wild cat, he pounced at his prey and vanished in the sea of pastries, gobbling them up and munching them uninhibited.


I’ll keep on putting on tons of weight
I’ll keep on putting on more every day
Ten tons of weight


Clawhauser soon emerged from the ocean, fatter than ever. He continued to gobble down all the donuts in reach, his body a gargantuan tub of lard that only continued to visibly grow bigger with each donutswallowed. Tons were added onto him like it was nothing and he kept on devouring more and more with no sign of stopping in sight.


Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
Yum yum eat everything
In my tum, tum, tum
Yum Yum eat everything
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
Yum yum eat everything
In my tum, tum, tum

Eat everything

Peter “Proud Rear” Horton the Lion: Welcome, folks, to the Phew Crew!
We’ve been waiting to fart with you!
It’s all about passing gas,
And having yourself a blast!

Butte the Liger: It is a furry fart coalition
Our furry fart tradition
Now bend over and begin your ignition!

John McDeuce the Fox: Whether you find farts funny

Wolf “Stinky Fang” One-Man: Or rather find it real kinky

Gaz te Tasmanian Devil: No matter what within our gut
It’s fun to be stinky! Yeah!

Derri Ere Fartman the Skunk: Flatulence is quite classy
And we are proud to be gassy!

Rumpus the Rat: But if you don’t like it, run to your daddy

Reeko the Raccoon: Farting Furever! Deal With It!

Henry the Elephant: Stephen and the Phew Crew,
A wind-breaking venture!

Hips the Hippopotamaus: Fun for fart lovers

Squeak Cheeks the Squirrel: No matter what gender

Seismic the Striped Hyena: Stephen and the Phew Crew,
Drop a booty bomb some more!

Aadil the Brown Hyena: Lift your tails and let it soar!

(Brnt, Frrt, Prrt!)

Beef the Buffalo: It all begins with Stephen Ramos

Emily the Ermine: Who created a time machine as he vamos

Firehole the Mole: Unfortunately, there was a glitch

Jonny Cutone the Horse: Instead, it warped Stephen in a pitch

Homer Simens the American Badger: Thus, he came to a new dimension

Olaf Washington the European Badger: Where he found the furry fart coalition

Peter “Proud Rear” Horton the Lion: Hello, Stephen, you must be new
Welcome to the Phew Crew!

Stephen Ramos the Badger: In the Phew Crew universe
There is so many to explore!

Batty Bum the Vampire Bat: Big booties…

Queso the Chihuahua: Cute hooties…

Tickletush the Foxcoon: And fat bellies to adore!

Patootie the Border Collie: Furry farters ‘round the world

Betsy the Cow: Made this coalition a pearl

Augustus the Ox: So, come on down and give Phew Crew a whirl!

Mr. Brown the Bear: And even though we may have scat

Vladimir the Red Wolf: We know you furs can deal with that

Vladimir and Mr. Brown: We can tell some species
Are into some feces! Yeah!

Crapper Jack the Beaver: If you enjoy bombing commodes

Terry the Kodiak Bear: Especially dropping wide loads

Hank the Longhorn: Then toot your horn ‘cause you’ve found the mother lode!

Bryant the Bulf: YEEAAAAAA-HOOOOOO!

Rottentail the Rabbit: Stephen and the Phew Crew,
The farting cast got class!

Barney Hooligans the Old English Dog: Dropping the bass except

Rottentail and Barney: Straight from our ass!

Pika P. the Pikachu: Stephen and the Phew Crew,
To you furs that are new

Gruntler the Arcanine: Let’s go and meet the Phew Crew!

(Frrt, Prrt, Brrump!)

Titan the Rottweiler: Peter Horton, the founder and admin
He is the one lion that made it happen

Buffy the Pitbull: Lycoperdon gets back to twerkin’
While Pootsie Cat here is rehearsin’

Puffy the Shiba Inu: Rottentail, Shart-Tooth, Crapper Jack
Penelope, Emily, and Quaker the Yak!

Chaz Chandler the Alexander Archipelago Wolf: There are more members for you to see
Stick around and stay with me

Fumihiro the Kitsune: Raise your booty in the air

Ryan the Mouse: And cut the cheese like you don’t care

O-ring the Ursaring: Back draft here,

Herbert the Beartic: Back blast there

Bamboozle the Pangoro: Stink it up everywhere!

Mrs. Puffington the Poodle: As you’re hanging with us now

Bhraghad Armstrong the Scottish Terrier: You’re gonna say to yourself “Wow!”

Fani the Giant Panda: I’m glad that I found it!

BumBum the Giant Panda: I’d never wanna leave it!

Penelope the Pig: This is where I will fit!

Phew Crew members: There is no need to feel blue
We’re with you
You’ll come to
Start a-new
The Phew Crew!
YEAH!!!

You know what would be the shit?
What ff we had our own island, man?

Lets trip in the sun (repeat)

Violent J:
I got my toes in the sand watchin' hoes play volleyball.
It's summer time and I'm feeling jolly y'all. Food on the fire boats in the water and takin' time off from my serial slaughtern.Here for the weekend me and these friends sunny sunshine and blue blue skies never end. There's a mermaid wavin' me to come in, underwater on my balls she's hummin'. Smokin' on a phat one we come to have fun. I got my dick in your hot dog bun.pouring out shots for everybody that's sippin' let's get loose now skinny dippin'. Don't hate me cause the speedo I'm wearin' got your girlfriend stairin'. We out here, sky's so clear, ice cold beer, sun tan topless b!tch come over here.

Chorus:
(Get up y'all) On Juggalo Island we can be one. Let our nuts hang by the water. On Juggalo Island we can have fun. We can let go by the water.

Shaggy:
Bang! Pow! Boom!, sunny like high noon met some Lettes and they all comin' over soon. Have a louah I'm getting blew out come over here if you ever get threw out. We gotta place for ya, never will ignore ya. Gotta hot plate and a drink we gonna pour ya. Corpse on the grill plays on the one two and around here the dead have fun too. Stiffs in the water float and we see you doing flips in the air on a sea-do. No cops unless they pourin' out shots unless you're helping us smoke these crops. Surfin' on the big, one havin' big fun, f__kin' with a big fat one under the sun. Lettin' them hang doing our thang listen to them up and down the beach everybody sing.

Chorus.

Violent J:
And when the sun goes down we up all night. Dance of the dead boogie woogie in the moon light. Fuck the rules right? The dead do bite. Listen to the wee-gee board we can only do right. Can't do wrong, fatty in a blue thong everybody can't be together with you gone. Come get with this wicked ridiculous this world is ours every bit of this!

Shaggy:
Get you a burger with cheese enjoy the breeze I'm choppin' coconuts outta palm trees. And we all in a free ballin' see me shore side surfin' on a dolphin. Grass skirts, dead hola girls, hatchets, and whatever your fishing hook catches. We don't leave without you so lets hang boom pow bang lets do the damn thang.

Chorus.

Let's trip in the sun. (repeat)

Chorus

These (original) songs appear in a story I wrote, The Big Bird (https://www.deviantart.com/mrwrong1/art/The-Big-Bird-1-912433051). They're performed in chapters 1 and 9 by an all-BBW punk trio called Queens of the Midway and I'm embarrassingly proud of them:


"Hidewaway Hefty"

You tell me that I’m beautiful, you tell me that I’m hot
You do me in your living room with everything you’ve got
We order in a pizza and I eat the whole pie
But when you keep me hidden, boy, you know I wanna die

You call me over baby for a Netflix and chill
But all I’m thinkin’ is I think I think I’ve had my fill
I wanna drink, I wanna dance, I wanna paint the town red
But you wanna stay home ’cause you won’t be caught dead
WITH A FAT GIRL!

I’m your hideaway hefty, you’re a closet FA
You don’t even care that your friends think you’re gay
What’s the big deal, dude? I really wanna know
Ashamed to be with me
BUT YOUR DICK DON’T THINK SO!

Let’s go see that band you like, let me meet your bros
Take me to a restaurant or else I’m gonna blow
Not another night inside, dude I think I’m done
I’ll find myself a real man and we’ll go have some fun

Lose my number lover ’cause you know I gotta ghost
Gonna call it over, this relationship is toast
Yeah you love to feed me but my heart is underfed
Jerk off to your phone if you won’t be caught dead…
WITH A FAT GIRL!

I’m your hideaway hefty, you’re a closet FA
I won’t stay a secret, boy, not another day
What’s the big deal, dude, I really wanna know
You’re ashamed of me
BUT YOUR DICK DON’T THINK SO!


"Jiggle Jihad"

Jiggle Jihad! Jiggle Jihad!
The bigger the better, the closer to god!

Don’t you tell me what to wear
Sure I’m round but you’re so square
Everyone looks, I don’t care
Wanna talk shit? Better not dare!

Outgrow my clothes, well that’s just fate
Eat some cake to celebrate
Lick my fingers, lick my plate
Buttons pop, chairs will break

Jiggle Jihad! Jiggle Jihad!
The fatter I get, the closer to god!

Standing in line, Chinese buffet
Feeling big and in the way
Everyone looks — what’s on her tray?
My money’s worth, yo I don’t play

Owner’s mad I took too much
Too bad, I don’t give a fuck
Fried rice, noodles, ribs and such
I’m here to eat, not ‘look, don’t touch’

Jiggle Jihad! Closer to God! Jiggle Jihad! Closer to God!
Jiggle Jihad! Jiggle Jihad! Jiggle Jihad! Jiggle Jihad!