Foot after delicious foot of sub sandwich continued its way down into Gorm's gullet, forcing him ever deeper into a trance. His immense girth grew even greater.

He wasn't sure when he lost mobility, lost as he was in consuming the delicious, seemingly-never-ending sub. Only at the back of his thoughts, did he notice his body grow to obese, morbidly obese, then unreal sizes. Thankfully, the place of the challenge was in a field, specifically for huge growth of contestants.

Then, suddenly, the challenge was over.

The last bite of meat, veggies, and bread slid into his maw, various sauces and dressings flicking drops on his impossible chest. His chest alone could smash an entire apartment building. He could also feel his feet and claws sucked into their limbs, his body yet to readjust to the immensity of the thousands of tons he put on in such a short time.

Licking his chops, Gorm searched for the officiators. Not able to find them beyond the sea of fat he had become, Gorm asked his question to no one in particular:

"can I have some more?"

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Art by
Gorm ©
(Told ya there'd be a finishing pic to that arc soon.)