Flabby Stoner

Here is the latest custom creation for Patron James.  The prompt this time was "Thin stoner girl develops growing sweet tooth/growing belly? " I was happy to make this one come to life. Not much of a stoner myself I hopefully did the pot smokers of this world at least a little proud.

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Angie rubbed her eyes as the sun beat on them from the crack in the shade that didn’t fully cover her window. Flopping her thick and curly dirty blonde hair out of her face, she fought her way out of her sheets that she had tangled herself in during her afternoon nap. She rummaged around in the clothing on the floor next to her mattress looking for a shirt, since she had passed out before finding one and had taken her work polo off upon entering her room earlier. 

Finally she grabbed something that felt like a shirt and whipped it out of the pile as she sat up. This was one of her favorites, she had worn it countless times over the past several years. All the repeated washings had left it a little thin, but it was so comfortable to wear. Tossing it over her head, the tie dye colored shirt came to rest over her handful of a chest and soft belly. She would have noticed that the shirt was starting to look a little small on her, but she had something else on her mind. 

Reaching on the other side of the bed, she grabbed a baggie, her lighter, and a pipe, shaking the baggie to feel how heavy the contents were. Cracking open the seal she grabbed a nug and prepared it to smoke. Flicking her lighter into sparks, eventually she had a flame, and took her first hit of the afternoon. Blowing the smoke out, she fell back down on her matted pillows. Releasing a sigh of relief, Angie let her mind wonder, thinking about life's struggles and how she never wanted to return to her dead end job again.

After another hit, Angie was right where she wanted to be, completely chilled out and relaxed. Why should she let the worries of the world get her down? She should be living in the present, not worrying about the future or the past. Everything she needed was on her bed or in this room. One more hit, and her head was in the clouds. “Awwwww.” She sighed as she rubbed the sunlight into her warm and rosy freckled cheeks.

The next sensation though she wasn’t expecting. All of a sudden her stomach to rumble. It was then that she realized she hadn’t eaten since lunch, and was rightfully starving. It didn’t help that she had developed quite the case of the munchies recently whenever she got baked. Her dealer must have gotten some new plants recently, because for the past four months every time she smoked she was instantly hungry.

Angie rolled off her mattress and padded down the hall to the stairs that would lead her to the kitchen. “Mmmm.” She moaned as her stomach growled again while staring at the pantry. Angie had started to stock her pantry more and more, since she kept getting these waves of cravings. Grabbing a bag of opened chips, she reached in her hand, pulling out a fistfull and stuffing them right in her mouth. The hit of salt, was almost enough to bring her to her knees. Another moan was all that was needed before the next fistfull was on it’s way. 

Still her eyes scanned the pantry. These chips would not be enough. Chocolate chip cookies, those would really hit the spot. Ripping the top off the package, she reached in and grabbed two. Sandwiching them, she bit both cookies right in half. Sweet balancing out the salty was a winning combination. Her craving dug deeper though. Something cold, something creamy. 

To the fridge she went, chips in hand, and putting the cookies on the counter. Pulling open the door, she thanked the heavens that she had the forethought to buy chocolate pudding cups. Tossing the chips aside, she peeled the lid off one of the puddings and crunched the side of the container, forcing the viscous liquid to plop into her mouth. Licking her lips to get the smidge that fell off course, she was indeed in heaven. 

Her head still felt cloudy, and her hunger persisted. Grabbing out two more pudding cups, Angie returned to the bag of chips. With only some broken pieces left, she short blonde put the bag up to her lips and let the reminding contents trickle into her mouth, collecting all the grease and salt along the way. It wasn’t until she opened her eyes from the ogasmic rush of salt that she noticed a left over cake on the counter. 

“Holy shit!” she shouted. I guess she had forgot that it was Billy’s birthday yesterday at work, and everyone had insisted that she take the leftover cake home. A lot of the people she worked with were older, and thought that the 20 something stoner would have no problem metabolizing the sugar bomb that was yellow cake heaped with vanilla frosting. 

Angie popped the plastic dome that covered it, and didn’t even bother getting a utensil. Using her hands she grabbed a big chunk of cake, smearing it all over her mouth, she couldn’t get it fast enough. Her mind finally laser focused, she took handful after handful, turning the cake into crumbs in mere minutes. 

As if almost in a sugar coma, Angie stumbled backwards to one of the mismatched dining room chairs that sat around the table in the back of her kitchen. Slumping down in a relaxed position, she finally gave her body a moment to digest. Licking her fingers, she also used this down time to clean herself up, brushing she crumbs off that had started to pool between her breasts on top of her shirt. 

After a moment she started to rub her full stomach. She noticed how warm it was, and that there was a layer of softness, despite the fact it was full and hard underneath. She was finally realizing that her binging was causing some changes. It didn’t seem to affect her though, as she still grabbed a pudding cup on her way back up stairs.