Swell Poetry

Poem Info
Outgrow the universe.... With limericks!
461 words
5
846
0
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here

Contains: BE and an obsession for limericks

Just a fun romp through a standard "fill the universe with boobs" story, except this time with limericks. Sometimes you just get an idea and you write it down, you know?

(All characters are fictional, only characters 18+ perform sexual activities)

------------------

My chest is as flat as a slate.
My lack of boobs all that I hate.
Barely a girl,
‘cause I lack that swirl,
And I guess that I’m stuck to this fate.

What joy to have mosquito bites!
Flatness no longer in sights.
My tender chest,
Is really the best,
Sensation from which my heart alights.

My boobs can now fill up my hand.
The pleasure is really quite grand.
I could play all day,
With my baps on display,
Until I’m so weak I can’t stand.

Great melons now swell from my chest,
And bounce with no sign of rest.
Perky and wide,
They swing side to side,
And milk will gush out when they're pressed.

They’re reaching way down to my hips,
All my clothing is now full of rips.
Growing so fast,
As each day is passed,
That there is no point in shopping trips!

I can no longer get through my door,
My tits too large to ignore.
Cramming one through,
Is quite hard to do,
But I can’t wait ‘til they touch the floor.

I lie on a bed of my tits,
Having rolled over on top of my bits.
I continue to grow,
Though I don’t know how so,
As I continue to orgasm in fits.

The house that I owned is long gone,
My majesty lays on my lawn.
My neighbors have ran,
From my big leaky cans,
As my size blows up in the dawn.

It seems that I’ve crushed the city,
But that’s not a terrible pity.
It was meant to go,
And seems only just so,
That it should now sit under my titty.

My under-bust now cradles the Earth,
Of life there I guess there’s a dearth.
My boobies consume,
For there is no room,
All must be replaced by my girth.

The sun was a little too hot,
As I vanquished it from its spot.
The burn on my skin,
Just did me in,
As I enjoyed the orgasm it brought.

The galaxy isn’t so grand,
When it learns who’s lord of the land.
The black hole felt good,
Its sucking quite lewd,
In attempt to stave off my gland.

The universe is getting too small!
No room to grow at all.
Milk weeps from me,
As I wish I could see,
Beyond this constricting ball.

Here beyond 3D space,
I met up with the goddess race.
Barbra’s got butt,
Alie’s a slut.
Looks like I’ve found my place!

Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
2 Comments
Go2daWestGo2daWestover 3 years agoAuthor

Your comment is worthy of praise.

I'll thank you till the end of my days!

Glad you enjoyed,

And weren't annoyed,

By my ridiculous and turns of phrase!

29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowover 3 years ago

Oh, what universal grandeur in this magnificent dimension.

It soon escalated into a smile of certain extent.

And some huge mental image too.

Laws of physics smothered.

Nice, rise, and swell, as well, Limericks-wise!