Heh... most people get complaints/flames when posting 'fat' art.

Luckily hardly anyone looks at my work, so I get away with it (screw you losers!)

Anyway, this was all one big joke that got out of control...
don't shoot me for it...

Don't point out the mistakes... I already know them :)

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Part 3

It was pretty obvious to Jadine that something wasn't right. He'd eaten far more food than he'd ever eaten in one go before, but still his hunger did not subside. He stood up, if only to see if he'd changed again... but it was obvious that he had, the increasing tightness of the waistband told him that. As he stood up, his stomach rolled forwards, hanging low infront of him and jiggling slightly. The scales were no longer anywhere near their original place, the skin had stretched out to accomodate for his new girth.

He put a hand to his head, he was starting to panic. "Oh shit..." He muttered, looking up at the demon, laughing quietly to herself. "You did this didn't you?" He said. She simply cackled and indicated the food on the table, reminding him of the hunger that hadn't even slightly deminished... if anything it had only increased. Jadine would be more angry, if he wasn't so worried. This literally was his worst nightmare, and right now there was nothing he could do to stop it. The disease forced him to eat, else be tormented with constant hunger... which wasn't a good option.

He eased himself back down into the chair, which was still able to hold him, but only barely. It vocalised it's reluctance by creaking loudly beneath his weight. He sighed mournfully and reluctantly took another plate. He saw more servants bringing out several more meals.
He somehow knew this wouldn't be over anytime soon.