Purple Munchies (Sketch)

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Your old weed dealer had skipped town, dodging something, leaving you in a bit of a lurch. You weren't a heavy smoker by any measure, but you enjoyed getting a bit stoned and playing video games on the weekends. Through word of mouth, you found someone else, quite a bit shadier than the guy you'd been buying from before. He was selling a strain of weed you weren't familiar with too, something called, purple munchies. Still, weed is weed, right? The price was good, even a bit better than what your old dealer had been charging.

That first weekend, you discovered this strain was quite a bit stronger too, and the munchies in the name of the strain hadn't been a joke either. You devoured most of the food in your apartment that weekend, and after work on Monday, you'd had to restock pretty much everything. Usually you hadn't had a problem not smoking during the week, but the jitters and the anxiety you were feeling was unsettling. You ended up lighting up a few times, and once again, eating everything you could get your hands on.

A few months down the road, and you'd gone from casual stoner to heavy smoker-and heavier eater. You could barely focus at work, and it was hardly a surprise when they decided to lay you off. All that time on unemployment only gave you more time to get high, play video games, and eat-and you were soon pushing 300 pounds, with a thick beard, stinking of musk and weed everywhere you went. That, and suddenly, you were poor as fuck, and couldn't sustain your new habits.

Your dealer though, was accommodating. Come over, get high, and you almost didn't feel it, when he bent you over his bed and fucked your fat ass. Turns out, he had quite a thing for chubby pigs, and had bred this strain just to get guys like you into just this sort of dependent position. You found a job eventually, working the late shift at a fast food joint. The pay was shitty, but at least you could get your weed at a discount. If anything, you found yourself enjoying getting fucked more and more. Enough that, when your dealer dropped a hint that he could rent that fat ass of yours out to some friends of his, you didn't hesitate much at all. Besides, they would throw in a free meal-all you can eat, while they took turns fucking that stoner pig ass of yours all night long.