"Why would you want to?" Chandler said his eyes fixed on the rotund stomach of his friend.
"What?" Joey mumbled, waddling over to the microwave and retrieving a box of 'Micro Chips', before placing another box inside.
"Why would you want to stop?" Chandler repeated, stepping over as if hypnotised and placing a hand on the curve of Joey's belly, "You look amazing?"
Joey raised a confused eyebrow as he chewed on the chips, his lips slick with plump and thick with saliva from his eating marathon.
Chandler wouldn't call himself gay, he certianly didn't find men as attractive as women; but the sight of a man with a protuding gut did funny things to Chandler's stomach and it was most definately a sign of arousal. Stood in the kitchen with one hand on Joey's inflated gut Chandler could feel himself beginning to get hard.
"You keep eating those." Chandler said backing away and rearranging his pants so as not to give away his half-hardness, "I'll be back soon, with more food."
Joey didn't say anything in reply, just speared the last few chips on his fork and greedily gulped them down.
Chandler pulled on his coat, checked his wallet was in his pocket and sprinted out the door. There was a mini-mart not too far away, he'd buy every bit of junk food he could afford and watch his close friend get slowly larger as he ate it. Chandler's prick twitched slightly at the after-image of those chips sliding down the Italian's throat, so he quickly took some deep breaths to calm himself down and turned to follow the street towards the store.
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