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Pizza problems...

Greg doesn't let you go home, instead situating you in the guest room of his apartment. By the end of the day you feel uncomfortably stuffed, gorged as you are on pizza. By the end of the day your looking as big as the fat lion, even if he is taller then you. And if his words are any indication, they'll be even more of you around pretty soon. But by the end of that day your too full to try anything, splayed out on the lumpy mattress messaging your stomach. How can you feel so good and so bad at the same time? Of course the pain is not all physical, you're desperately trying to think of a way out of this mess. All Greg has to do is wave a slice in front of you and you cave in immediately, so your stuck doing what he wants if you want to avoid being stuffed, or resisting, getting stuffed, and doing what Greg want's anyway. What are you going to do? Pretty soon though, food coma sets in, and you go to sleep without any idea how your going to handle the next day.

***

Greg wakes you up early, and you roll out of bed, quite literally given your size. He sets you about cleaning the store, wiping down all the surfaces, sweeping, taking out the trash. You don't bother trying to resist, knowing that it's futile at this point. You'll have to choose your battles, no point in getting anymore pizza in you then you need to. Meanwhile Greg is cooking in the kitchen, and while you clean, you watch him, trying to look like your working, trying to glean what he is putting in the recipe.

When Greg pulls two pizzas out of the oven, you feel your legs move towards it, you mouth watering as your addicted brain is drawn to the scent. "Oh no," says Greg, "These aren't for you, these are for that little friend of yours." Your inner self snaps to attention, wanting to yell at him and demand he say what he's planning, but your pizzaholic self says, "B-but... pizza!" Greg pulls a third out, "You can have that one," he says, "Trust me, you don't want these, it has ten times the dose of a regular pizza, heh heh" he says evilly, "It'll keep Fred ordering pizza nonstop for a month before he calms down, and by then he'll be too big to move, let alone spill the beans." You jump on the free pizza, devouring it uncontrollably as you internally panic. He's going after Fred!

He pulls out his cell and calls Fred's number, putting on his 'pleasant' face. "Hey Fred, it's Greg... I'm doing fine... Yeah, thanks for helping us catch that... Yeah, I can't believe it either, could have ruined my whole business, hey as thanks, I'm sending you some complimentary pizza on the house... No, I insist, you really helped save my bacon.... Okay, well, I got a lot of work ahead of me, I'll just drop by real quick and drop them off... Okay, I'll tell him... See you in a bit..." He hangs up, turning to you. By now you've polished off the whole thing, looking as bloated as ever, "I'm going to go tie up lose end, your going to stay here and stay out of trouble." he says, giving you the order. Your heart leaps, maybe if he leaves you can gain enough self control to do something, or at the very least run away.

"And just to make sure," he says, walking into the pantry, "I've prepared a special treat just for you, just incase you were thinking of running off while I was gone..." He walks out with two stacks of pizzas balanced in each hand. "I figure this should be enough to keep you occupied, and by the time your through, there's no way you'll fit out those doors." He says, taking off his apron and walking past you, seeing the drooling shocked expression on your face as you see all the free pizza in front of you. "I'll see you in a bit, enjoy." He says, walking out the door and closing it behind him, leaving you staring at the banquet in front of you...


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