"Chandler, you there?" Joey called out as he pushed the door to his friend's apartment open. Silence was the only response, "Guess he isn't home." Joey shrugged to himself and set the pizza he had bought down on the kitchen table.
Joey picked up a slice and was about to bite into it when a thought flashed through his head, "Hot sauce." Setting the pizza down Joey started to root around in the cupboards looking for the small red bottle.
"Gotcha." Joey grinned taking a small red bottle out of the third cupboard he tried and sprinkling the contents across the pizza, "Perfect." The Italian said with a grin, taking a bite from the slice he had picked up earlier.
It was a pity Joey hadn't checked the bottle before he poured the contents across his food, the bottle had been left in the back of the cupboard by Chandler and Monica for years, the bottle had been there way back when Chandler had first moved in and he had no idea exactly what it was.
Joey was about to find out, because the more of the pizza he ate the hungrier he seemed to feel until he wolfing down the greasy food as fast as he could possibly manage. When the pizza was gone the Italian was still incredibly hungry.
"Chandler won't mind if I just eat a little bit." Joey reasoned to himself digging a packet of potato chips out of the multipack in the cupboard, then another, and another til all 24 packs were just wrappers littering the floor.
"This is crazy." Joey placed two hands to his bloated stomach jiggling it as it rumbled more than ever, "How can I still be hungry."
It was four hours later when Chandler opened the apartment door to find Joey sat at the table, spooning large lumps of ice-cream into his mouth, surrounded by empty wrappers and other assorted food waste.
"Joey, what the hell!?" Chandler yelled observing the sheer mess that was the kitchen.
"I can't help it." Joey said spooning even more ice-cream into his mouth, licking his lips afterwards to gather the bits that were stuck to the edge of his mouth, "I'm hungry."
"You have food at your place, it's right next door!" Chandler exploded angrily, his hands tearing at his hair.
"Please Chandler... I'm scared." Joey actually whimpered as he pushed his chair away from the table and stood up, revealing his bulging belly, that had grown so large that the Italian had been forced to unbutton his shirt and pull his tee up agaisnt his chest, "I just can't stop eating." Joey was still digging out the last few drops of ice-cream from the bottom of the tub.
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