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... or mouth as it were.

As much as you want to warn people, stop them from falling into the trap, you can't, your addiction is too strong. It looks like the only thing you can do is watch everyone eat until they explode, which in Freds case is a distinct possibility as he wolfs down pizza after pizza in record time. If you do anything you never get another slice... wait a second. As you think about it, you suddenly realize that there is something you can do. You may not be able to warn anyone, but nothings stopping you from preventing any pizza from getting to them. You realize that it's not what you wanted, but it's either you or the rest of the town at this point.

It's not hard for you to do, you just stop holding back the thought and determination of not eating and just let your addiction guide your actions. Immediately you grab the first pizza and shove it into your mouth, your previous night of gorging having perfected the art of devouring a whole pizza within moments. What was once a flurry of exchanges of money and food becomes a blur of commotion as you move from once box to the next, to trays and heaters, devouring slice after slice faster then even Fred could manage.

At first, the line of customers stop their commotion in surprise, torn between pizza addition and utter unbelievably of what is going on in front of them, hypnotized by the display of gluttony. It doesn't last long, though long enough for you to finish off anything in immediate reach of those on the other side of the counter. Then comes the first of a wave of complaints, "HEY, your eating all the PIZZA!" comes the yell, followed by several other angry cries of outrage. However, you barely hear them, lost in the utter ecstasy of your gorge, the drugs stimulating the pleasure centers of your brain to where you are content just to keep on eating.

It's not long before this starts a commotion among the customers, and the yelling starts, attracting the attention of Greg from the back of the kitchen. "What's going on in here?" he says as he steps out, then jumps back as you charge at the stack of pizza directly behind him. However, he fails to escape the wrecking ball of your belly as it slams into him, knocking him clear across the kitchen and into the wall and out cold as you cram your face with the spoils of war.

After that you rush into the kitchen, devouring everything from fresh pizzas to raw dough and ingredients, out of control in your addiction, your stomach bloating from the sheer volume of food you've consumed. In a few minutes, everything is licked clean, from the back of the pantry to the floor, leaving you splayed in the middle of the kitchen huffing from the effort, your already bloated features exaggerated, and your belly stretched a good 6 feet high, containing the entire contents of the stores edible goods.

Greg groans and stirs, by now the customers have started climbing over the counter and into the kitchen to see what happened, both angry and confused at what they had just witnessed. As the last of the pizza smell dissipates, as if also consumed by your appetite, you start to come to your senses, the only question is, what do you do now?


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