With thought and care he makes his way around
A joyous mood with which he saunters through
His shirt it seems does little to eschew
The growth so tight upon his torso bound

His rear and thighs in denim are confined
And each round curve is clearly, amply shown
It is my piercing gaze that can’t be known
Behind them lies my wild and carnal mind

This mind explores his flowing adipose
That fills and strains on each and every thread
Of garments oh so small and barely spread
Across his flesh as he so quickly grows

A smile does spread across his chubby face
In my direction as my heart does race