Title:           Pot Brownies
Author:          fetish-the-menace
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First Edit:      Sunday 30th of August 2015 11:00:18 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 1st of September 2015 07:03:08 PM CDT

Tree Hugger let out a deep sigh as she rested on her couch. Her stomach started growling like a mad dog. She set her bloodshot eyes on the large tray filled with the mound of brownies. She licked her chocolate smeared face and reached for one or two, but the further she reached, the farther away the tray seemed to move. Her mind was playing tricks on her, or more accurately, the pot that was in the previous trays of brownies she had devoured.
 
Every time she had eaten a brownie, she got the munchies, which made her crave more brownies, and when she ate those they gave her the munches again, and she craved even more brownies. The cycle repeated itself for over two hours, and her body was suffering the consequences of the continuous loop of sweet stuffing.
 
There was a good layer of fat that sagged from her arms as she reached for the tray. Her belly was a mound of jiggling fat that slashed back and forth from every motion she made. Her lower body was tilted higher than her upper body thanks to all the junk in her trunk. Her One of her thick cheeks spilled over the side of the couch, and her thunder thighs awkwardly kicked in the air.
 
One by one the brownies sprouted wings and started to fly off the tray in different directions. Tree Hugger waved her flabby hooves in the air to catch them, but they were just out of her reach. One brownie got real close to her face, and she tried baiting at it but missed, her body weight suddenly tilting forward; she began falling through an endless hole of colors, passing by flying brownies while trying to catch one in her mouth. She finally fell belly first on a soft white cloud, her body rippled from the impact. A burp escaped her lips, and a steady green stream flowed out her mouth and into the air.
 
The brownies froze and started dropping like flies all around her, wings twitching and jerking. Tree Hugger grabbed every brownie she could lay her hooves on and stuffed them into her mouth, smacking her lips and stuffing more while she chewed and swallowed.
 
Her belly was filling up with each brownie, but soon it would feel empty once again as she only got higher and higher, and with none of her friends over to share the brownies with, she had plenty more delicious sugary fattening weed brownies she could dig into.
 
Later that night, Tree Hugger was in an ocean, kicking and paddling to the tiny island that was filled with tasty brownies. But it seemed that no matter how much she kicked and paddled, she didn’t get any closer to the island.
 
Outside of her pot induced mind, the reality was that she was not in any water, but was kicking the air, as she had grown much larger in her gut to the point that it lifted her off the floor. Sooner or later she would either figure out that she needed to crawl and drag her gut forward to reach her treats, or she would tire out and fall into a weed wonderland. Either way, she would have to deal with her new body weight in the morning.
 
 
Out of thin air came the spirit of chaos, Discord. “Well, what do we have here?” He said, looking at the petty display of Tree Hugger kicking the air uselessly, her body sweating profusely, and her whole face and chin covered in a brown mess.
 
Discord eyed the prize she was after, and it all clicked in his head. He kicked the tray to her, it hit the base of her belly and made a ripple in the fat. Tree Hugger looked down and reached out for them, but her big belly lifted her too high for her hooves to touch the floor.
 
Thankfully, the giant gingerbread mare came over and picked the tray up to her face. “You want these?” It asked her in a strangely familiar voice.
 
Tree Hugger panted and nodded as much as she could, though with the lack of a neck made it a little hard now.
 
Discord wasted no time in shoving the brownies in her mouth one at a time, but he quickly became reckless and just started stuffing handfuls into her mouth, whether she was still chewing or not. At this rate, the tray was empty within just a couple minutes. But Tree Hugger was far from full, red eyes begged him for more.
 
“If you insist.” He conjured up dozens of sweet treats from cookies to cakes, pies, ice cream, and more!
 
Tree Hugger’s tongue rolled out of her mouth as she was ready for the feast. And oh was it a feast for her. As the clocked ticked, her four hooves no longer dangled in the air but now rested comfortably on the mass of her stomach. Discord noticed a decay in her eating as more and more of the food seemed to just spill over her face and stain her chins with frosting, ice cream, cake and cookies crumbs, all on top of the brown layer of chocolate from before.
 
“What’s going on with you?” Discord said.
 
“Mmmmm, f-fu-fullllllllll,” she moaned.
 
It all made sense to Discord now. He noticed how her eyes had lost some of its redness from before. She hadn’t had a pot brownie in a while. “I know just the trick to fix that.” He waved his hand and a triple chocolate layered brownies appeared in his hand. “This is my super secret recipe!”
 
Tree Hugger protested by moaning and trying to move her head backwards in a vain attempt, and the brownie went past her lips, and she regrettably swallowed it. Almost instantly, her eyes grew extremely red to the point that they were glowing in color. Her massive stomach that pushed against the couch and the table started grumbling like a full grown dragon, and even jiggle a bit. She looked pitifully at Discord with only one thing in mine. “F-Feed me!”
 
“If you insist.” Discord snapped his fingers, and out of nowhere came a large clear sack of brownie mix with a hoes attached to it.
 
Tree Hugger’s eyes shot wide open, if she could have moved her hooves she would be reaching out to the hoes if she could; she whimpered and opened her mouth like she was a baby bird ready to be fed.
 
Discord indulged her and stuffed the tube in her mouth, he squeezed the bag with both hands and watched the thick mix flow down the tube and into her gullet. The amount of mix that went into her mouth at once was excessive, little bits of it leaked out from the tiny corners of her mouth and oozed down her already food infested fat body. She drank and drank and drank, no sign of the sack depleting at all.
 
She was so deep in a high that she was consumed by the munchies, the main idea to eat was all she thought of, and so she gulped down all that she could. She didn’t care that she was growing twice as fast as before, it didn’t bother her that her body had expanded to all four corners of the room, or that her ass had now blocked off the front entrance; the only thing she cared about was to eat and fill her stomach. As the room was closing in on Discord, he payed no heed to the lack of space and continued to squeeze the bag and watch her fill her house up. Finally, the pressure on her windows gave way, and her fat spilled out, trying to escape the tiny room that was her house, now prison.
 
It finally reached the point where Discord was forced to wait for the inevitable outside. He vanished in a flash, but the bag still remained, pumping her full of sweet brownie mix. Soon all Tree Hugger could see was the green fat of her body that filled her vision as she had reached the ceiling, and still growing. There were loud moans and snapping sounds all around her, but all she saw was her dessert covered fat and the tube that kept her fed.
 
Discord laid back on a lawn chair, watching as Tree Hugger’s house was being pushed outwards. Fat oozed from the windows, door, and now from the sides of the roof. Discord was impressed at how much the walls could hold back the still growing fat pony inside, but knew it would give out in—
 
The walls exploded into wood chips, and it rained with roof tiles. Discord held his umbrella out, knowing this would happen. All that remained was the mountain of green fat. He stepped over to get a side view angle. Her tree cutie mark was now life size of a real thick tree.
 
He flew up and spotted the tiny brown area that was her face in the ocean of green lard. He landed but quickly regretted it once he touched her sweat drenched skin. He hovered low over her head, she looked content in her continuous feeding now that she was freed from her enclosed space. Unfortunately, Discord thought it was time for her to stop. He snapped his fingers and the bag was gone, leaving Tree Hugger sucking at the air.
 
When she opened her eyes, the redness was all but gone, she blinked a couple times and tried to looked around but couldn’t, she shifted her eyes around to see her fat, and the landscape that her house had viewed.
 
“W-What happened to me?” She said in utter confusion.
 
“You’ve become one with nature!” Discord said.
 
Tree Hugger eyed the Draconequus, but went back to her usual mellow self. “Righteous,” she said before releasing a monstrous belch that could be heard from miles around.