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Jul 27, 2014
The Weed Store
by yo18

Andrew was by no means a “pot head”, but living in Seattle did have its benefits with legalization. He just liked to indulge in the occasional toke, an edible here or there depending on the situation. He had smoked occasionally before he had moved to Seattle for work, but the ease and convenience of having legal weed stores and not having to find a shady dealer had opened him up to more of the scene.

It was on one Friday evening after work that he decided to restock at a new place that had just opened up. A friend had recommended it saying it was one of the nicer spots he’d ever been to.

“The tenders are a little out there, but the place is really well kept and aesthetically pleasing. Huge selection.” He recalled his friend John saying.

“What bud tenders weren’t a little quirky?” Andrew thought to himself as he put in the address.

Weed stores had started out as sketchy little joints in strip malls when the act had passed in the state, but now they were high functioning businesses, both stylish and utilitarian with comfortable smoking lounges and areas to order food and drinks. The business was ever expanding and this new place happened to be one of those upscale joints (pun intended) that Drew had seen popping up more recently.

He pulled into the parking lot of the standalone structure. It was large and had a fresh coat of light gray paint complimented by black window frames. He walked up to the double doors, handed the doorman his ID and was then let into the store. He walked into the cool AC and marveled at the interior. There was wood paneling in the walls and industrial looking lighting fixtures. There were nice leather couches that lined the walls for patrons to sit while they browsed and there was a complete smoking lounge off to the right where he could see others watching TV, enjoying beverages, and of course a joint or two. This was one of the nicest places Drew had ever seen. He was slightly intimidated by how nice the store was but he made his way up to the counter and was eventually helped by a tender.

“Hey darlin’ what can I help you with today?” A heavy set brunette asked from behind the counter.

Drew was thrown off by her southern accent having been in the Pacific Northwest for a few years now, but then again plenty of people were transplants in this city, himself included.

He scanned the shelves behind her as he explained, “Yeah, I am looking for something edible to relax with, maybe lower dosage, but still has a nice body high?”

Drew was by no means an expert and still had trouble keeping different strands and their highs straight in his head.

“Honey, I guarantee we have something to please everyone.” She said with a wink. “Sounds like maybe a nice chill indica will do, you said low dose and edible? I have just the thing.”

She tuned around and bent over to retrieve something from under the lit up displays. Drew stared at her large rear straining the seat of her jeans as she did so.

“Man, guess the munchies will catch up with you when you’re working at a pot store.” He thought as he marveled at its size. She quickly turned around with what she was looking for and caught him staring at her well-endowed assets with a small smirk.

“So here is what you want for relaxing on the couch and taking in a flick or some music. I’m sure you know the old phrase ‘indica, in da couch’”. She laughed as she said it. “This stuff will definitely put you in the couch, but do me a favor hun since you seem like a sweet guy.” She leaned in closer over the counter, her belly and breasts spread over the surface as she did so. “Only take one at a time, the effects can sneak up on the more novice users.” She looked him in the eyes knowingly. Then she passed a package of mints across to him. “$30 even.” she requested as she leaned back.

Drew looked the package over and was pleased with what he saw. Mind Expanding Mints read across the tin and at 5 mg, they were just enough to get a buzz without being completely useless for the rest of the day or at least so he thought.

“Thanks for the recommendation.” He smiled as he handed her the money. As he proceeded to the exit he couldn’t help but feel her gaze lingering on him. He shook off the feeling as he got into his car to head home.

Once back at his apartment he decided to pop a mint and check out what was new on Netflix. He liked to have his Fridays to himself to unwind from the stress of the week and relax. He browsed his options for a while before deciding on a new action movie. He was looking for an easy and entertaining watch. It was then that he realized he should probably order something for dinner, as it was already almost 7 pm. He pulled up his grubhub app and began to scroll the options. Last he had eaten was at noon and everything looked amazing as he scrolled. He decided on a quesadilla with fries, nachos, and a buffalo chicken sandwich with onion rings. He knew it was too much food, but reasoned that he could have the leftovers for lunch the next day.

While his appetite may have been proof that the mint was working, he had yet to feel any other effects as he got settled to watch the movie. He took the box from the counter and looked it over again. “Another couldn’t hurt.” he reasoned to himself “I’m staying in tonight anyways.” With that he popped another in his mouth not realizing that it was actually two stuck together.

He started the movie as he waited for his food to arrive. “Damn, what were the chances that all the Hemsworths would become ripped movie stars?” He thought as the movie played. He looked down at his own slim frame. While at a healthy weight of 160 lbs for his height of 5’11”, he had never been close to being jacked or even toned really, but he was fine with this fact and he never had a desire or need to get stronger than he was. He had a runner’s body from years of track in high school and that suited him just fine.

It had been 40 minutes when her heard a knock at his door. It startled him from being sucked into the movie. The mints were now kicking in he thought as he get up from the couch. As he was getting up he realized how high he actually was. It took a moment for him to get his bearings and head to the door. The delivery guy was greeted by the shaggy brown haired and red eyed Drew who accepted his order and thanked him with a tip before taking the food inside. He laid all the food out in front of him like a feast and began to sample things from each container as he pressed play on the movie once again.

The movie continued to play and Drew continued to eat. It was about halfway through when he realized he had taken the last handful of fries and finished all of the food in its entirety. “Whoa, did I really finish all that food?!” He thought with a hazy amazement. “I better be careful with these things, I should’ve waited a little longer for it to kick in like she recommended. If I can eat like this while on just a couple of these little guys I’ll end up as big as that bud tender in no time.” He thought back to the wide and hefty form of his specialist from earlier in the day. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t enjoyed the view of her expansive ass stretching her jeans to their limits. He leaned back from the coffee table filled with empty containers and placed a hand on his bloated stomach. He sunk back into the cushions (a little more than he had an hour ago?) and let his mind wander in and out of the movie plot line, his high taking full force as the second two mints kicked in.

Maybe if he would have been more lucid he would have realized that as he sat there his belly had continued to press further and further away from the couch while his butt and thighs sunk further and further into the cushions. His t-shirt inching up ever so slightly until a sliver of pale skin was peaking out to greet the world. As the movie played Drew continued to fail to notice his expanding form sinking more and more into the couch. His athletic shorts, while elastic, could only take so much as his belly (yes belly) began to roll over the waistband. He needed to upgrade the large t-shirt he wore to and XL to adequately cover his newly pudgy trunk, a small pair of moobs becoming defined against the tightening cotton fabric.
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Jul 27, 2014
As the credits began to roll Drew came out of his stupor enough to find something else to watch. “Something easy and light-hearted” he thought as he grunted to lean forward and pick up the remote from the coffee table. As he did so he felt a resistance that had not been there previously and looked down between the valley of cleavage that was forming to see multiple rolls bunching up and attempting to force him back into the couch.

“What the fuck?!” He said aloud, his hand reached to inspect the new tissue that had replaced his formally flat stomach. While he was a little worried about how and where this pudge had come from his high was also keeping him relatively calm in the situation.

“This could not have just been the food.” He thought as he surveyed the mess on the coffee table. Sure he should be a little stuffed, but not this stuffed. Besides if he was stuffed full of food then his belly should’ve felt hard to the touch, not soft and jiggly. His hands went to his sides and he grabbed at two meaty love handles that had apparently sprung over his shorts during the movie giving them a light squeeze to confirm their presence.

Just then his new belly gave out a growl signaling to Drew for more nourishment. A larger stomach meant it took more food to keep satisfied, a lot more. As the munchies overtook him he again picked up his phone to order more food. Going beck to the same restaurant as before he ordered two large pizzas before he had time to even think about what he was doing. Order placed he continued to survey the damage to his formally slim body. Every inch of him seemed to be thicker from his arms and wrists to his thighs and calves. His thighs squished together fighting for the space between his legs as his gut extended over top of them and threatened to take more real estate should he put another morsel in his mouth. Though he was seated he could tell by the way he sunk in and took up space on the couch that his butt was not spared the fate of the rest of his body and that if anything it had taken on more than its far share of added weight. Looking down at his hips he could see that they now extended beyond one couch cushion when mere hours ago his body had taken up less than a cushion. His doughy upper arms pressed into his budding breasts as he tried to move around to get a better look at his behind. He barely managed a glimpse of his ass crack poking out over his too tight shorts and the two fleshy orbs beneath it before having to give up, exhausted from maneuvering the newly added weight.

He was trying to calculate how much weight he must’ve gained so far based on his observations. 20 lbs? 30 lbs? 50 lbs?! He was brought back to the present by a knock at the door. “The food!” he remembered as he pushed himself up from the couch. It was no small task as it had once been and his center of gravity had shifted throughout the course of the movie. Once up and balanced he made his way to the door, although much slower this time. His walk had turned into a slight waddle with his thighs swishing together with each step. He attempted to pull his too small t-shirt over the dome of his drooping belly, but it refused to fully cover its surface so he gave up in hopes that he could quickly snatch the food and close the door.

“Two orders in one night, must be having a party.” The delivery guy thought as he waited for the occupants to answer the door.

He did a double take when the door finally creaked open. There standing in front of him looked like the same guy who had answered the door earlier in the evening. Same blue eyes, same short dirty blond hair, only easily 50 lbs heavier. His clothes were doing a poor job at containing his fat body, looking several sizes too small. The man smiled his chubby cheeks dimpling as he quickly took the order, tipped him, and closed the door.

“Sheesh” the driver thought as he walked down the stairs away from the apartment. “If that other guy isn’t careful with all the delivery food he’ll end up exactly like his older brother.”

Drew was glad to be back inside especially with the two large pizza in hand. He hoped the delivery guy had not recognized him from before, then again, no one would recognize him, even his close friends, given his current appearance. He lumbered back to the couch and lowered his bulk down into the inviting cushions. The couch groaned a little as he did, but Drew was too enthralled with the pizzas to notice. He tore into the first box, slice after greasy slice going down his throat, a 2-liter of coke there to wash it down. He never realized how much work it could be to keep a body this big satiated. His pudgy hands dripped with sauce and grease as he continued to down slices of pizza. The munchies from his high in full effect, all he could do was eat.

There was one final slice left in the second box and Drew snagged it before leaning back, his overstuffed gut was protruding more than ever now and was hard to touch from all that he had just consumed. His shirt had rolled back and there was no chance of returning it to its proper position. He knew he shouldn’t, but the desire for food and the effects of the pot made him feel like slice was meant to be his.

With the pizzas all finished he could do nothing, but lay back and lightly rub his overtaxed gut. He was effectively pinned to the couch with the amount he had just forced into his rounded belly. Still high, he felt nice and tingly between the weed and all the food he had consumed. A smile crept on his face as he dozed off to reruns of The Office.

Drew awoke to the sun on his face as it shined through the gaps in his blinds. “Must’ve fallen asleep on the couch again.” He thought as he woke slowly. He felt a little groggy from the edibles still. “The edibles!”

Drew’s eyes shot open and he looked down to see that the events of last night were not crazy trip, but in fact very real. Larger than what he’d remembered from the night before, his bare belly spilled out onto his thighs in a massive jiggling blob completely obscuring his shorts. A large set of breasts rested above it splaying slightly on to his thick sides, contained by the bra that had been his shirt the night before. His ass now took up two of the three cushions on the couch he had spent his night on. His athletic shorts, while still stuck between his rolls, had split down the sides during the night to allow his thick trunk like thighs and wide butt the freedom to continue to grow. While he may have been athletic before, it would never be used as an adjective to describe him now.

His sausage like finger swiped his phone open to check the time. Noon. He always slept in late after a night of getting high.

“The mints? It had to be the mints.” He thought as he surveyed the damage.

Apparently the two pizzas had only exasperated the effects. He rocked back and forth attempting to lift himself off of the couch. It creaked loudly as he did and finally he reached enough momentum to send his huge body up and away. As he did so the remnants of his shorts and boxers fell to the ground around his wide pudgy feet. He waddled his way to his bathroom to get a better look and relieve himself.

Standing in front of the mirror he guessed he had to be at least three times his original size. His vision even slightly crowded by he cheek fat vying for attention. His ham like arms hung to rest against he multiple rolls that had formed along his sides. His had rested on the protruding hip fat that had made it difficult to slide through the bathroom door. His belly formed two rolls in front of him, one smaller upper belly roll that was accompanied by a wider and lager lower belly roll that wrapped around his waist and connected to his love handles. His moobs were tightly packed into the large t-shirt he’d worn the night before and they rested on top of his upper belly roll. His scale maxed out at 350 lbs, which meant he only received an error message when he attempted to see how much he weighed.


Jul 27, 2014
Luckily it was Saturday and he had nowhere to be, but there was no way he had anything that would even remotely fit his bulging rolls and allow him to leave the house with some decency. He decided to call his friend Heather. They had known each other since high school and he felt she was one of the few people he could trust at this point, in the state that he was in.

“Hey Heather, yeah I’m doing well. Listen do you think you could do me a huge favor and run to target and grab me a couple sets of 4X sweat pants and t-shirts? Yeah I know its weird just trust me and bring them to my place ASAP. I’ll explain everything when you get here, that you SO much!” He hung up and waited for his friend to come rescue him from his own apartment.

Heather knocked on Drew’s door, clothes in hand. “He was acting real strange on the phone and what was with the supersized clothes?” She thought as she waited, feeling a soft pounding ever so slightly shake the hallway.

Finally the door slowly opened and he beckoned her inside. He closed the door behind her quick and as her eyes adjusted from the brightness outside they went wide. Shock overtook her as she looked at her once slim friend standing there with what appeared to be 200 and some extra pounds on him. His big chubby cheeks blushed as he let her survey him. Though he was naked from his chest down, his big belly drooped over his privates covering is modesty. She couldn’t believe how wide he was, his hips thighs and ass now demanded attention with their size and they way they sloped outwards from his fat belly. His tits had to be as big or bigger then her own impressive C cups as they looked positively crammed into the shirt that contained them.

“Wha, wha, what happened?!?” is all she could stammer as she reached out to feel his massive belly. “So soft.” She thought as she explored more with her hands before he swatted them away.

“Hey, that tickles! Just give me the clothes and I’ll explain everything.”

She handed him the clothes she had forgotten she was holding and he waddled his way back to the bathroom. She marveled at the way his huge butt jiggled all over as he shuffled his fat thighs one past the other. It was weirdly mesmerizing. Her attention was brought back to focus as he closed the door, obscuring her view.

Drew huffed and puffed and he shimmied the tight sweats over his huge legs. At this weight even the most mundane things seemed to require maximum effort. They were tight, but they eventually made their way over the shelf of his massive ass. Unfortunately his belly and love handles would have to rest free over top the waistband in order for the sweats to fit. He then struggled to free his man boobs from the tiny shirt/bra popping one out at a time. They surged from under the tight shirt and seemed to expand once freed from their vice. “Wow, that actually feels a lot better, no wonder girls hate bras so much.” He thought as he draped the tent like t-shirt over his head. It didn’t completely cover his lower belly roll, but it was the best he had to work with. Finally, sweaty and tired from the exhausting workout of dressing himself he waddled back out to face Heather and explain what had happened the night before.

She was sitting on the couch waiting. “Took, you long enough. “ She teased him lightly as he sat next to her, she had to move over slightly to allow room for his huge butt to fit alongside her, his rolls gently pressed into her side. “Oh, hope you don’t mind, but while I was waiting for you I snagged a few of your mints, I don’t know how you even get high of this 5 mg stuff I need at least 20 to get a good buzz going.” She stated as she swallowed the remaining bits on her tongue. “ So, what in the hell happened to you?’ She questioned realizing for the first time how pale he had gone.

“I’m going to say this very carefully.” He instructed her. “How many did you take?”