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You think about Fred, who had only just gotten back to normal, and then Albert, who even now was probably moored in his house still gulping down contaminated pizza. Not to mention everyone else who had the misfortune of eating his pizza. "And what if I say no and go to the cops?" you say boldly, "I'm pretty sure they'll be interested in how you've been drugging your customers." Greg looks unproturbed, "I think you'll find there is nothing illegal about extra tasty pizza. Besides, do you really think I would play my hand without a back up in place?" he says looking at you evilly, "How was the pizza by the way?" he asks. It's only then that you notice the tomato sauce smeared on your hands, and the tangy taste in your mouth. You look at the table and see two empty trays. "All of it?" you ask yourself, realizing you've eaten both of them, "But you had a slice...?" you question, "Which was prepared without my special touch, the rest, unfortunatly for you, was TRIPLE the dose." You try to get up, intending to make a run for it, but feel your sides stick.You look down and see your stomach buldging out from under your shirt, your sides wedged into your seat, your rear swelling under the arms.
"Oh, look here!" says Greg, and you turn your attention to him, "Looks like you've missed some!" He holds another pizza in front of you, and you feel your mouth water, "It would be a REAL shame to let this go to waste..." he says, sliding it in front of you. You try to resist, you think of Fred, you think of Albert, you think of your waistline, you think of... "PIZZA!" you yell, all but diving ito it, devouring it with a fervor of a predator. Pretty soon your licking the tray, trying to get every last crumb, while Greg laughs, you feel a crack beneath you as the wooden leg of your chair gives out sending Greg into a new fit of laughter as your stomach wobbles in front of you, having swelled even larger with the influx of drug enhanced calories. You regain your composure, struggling to your feet, your shirt now riding over your chest, struggling to contain it, the sleeves looking like corsets with great buldges of fat wedged into it where your arms sag out of it, wobbling as you move them, your pants struggle to contain your rear, blows outwardlike a pair of beach balls. Thank goodness for the spray-on-stretch, or it would have given up a long time ago.
Breathing hard, you try to steady yourself against the sudden weight your carrying. "No... No matter how much... you stuff me with..." you start, determined to put a stop to his plans. "Oh, you misunderstand, it's not about your eating, it's about NOT eating, you see, if you tell anyone about this, you'll never get another slice of my pizza again." Greg says with a evil tone. Involuntarily, your mouth claps shut at the threat. "You see, I had to make sure you would be on board with all this, why else would I send you home with so much pizza. I'll admit, it took a while before you finally caved, but all that pizza you passed out only increased my customer base." You feel a bit of shock, heknew you were passing out the pizza, and you've hooked everyon in the gym on it. "Now, I am willing to forgive your temporary lapse in loyalty." he says, putting his arms behind his back like a military instructor, "I'll even allow you a limited allowance in pizza for your continued obediance, and if you please me, I'll even promote you to desposal of leftovers." he says, your mouth watering besides you horror, "Heck, it might even be nice not to be the biggest guy here." he adds, and you feel a shudder of horror, as you relize your hopelessly hooked on his pizza, and every bite is only going to make you bigger and bigger!
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