Heh... whoo, he's getting kinda big now eh?
And will be plenty more so ^^

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Part 5

More food came, course after course, meal after meal and every last scrap was eaten. But nothing filled him. The momentary satisfaction that came with the previous meals didn't even show a trace now. The more he ate, the more his appetite grew. He growled to himself in fustration, desperatley eating as fast as he could. If he could eat faster than the virus was working, perhaps he could beat it. He crouched closer to the table, shoveling food into his mouth as fast as he could, hardly taking time to chew. Slowly but surely, he was experiencing some kind of relief. His stomach was slowly filling up and after a while, he felt filled, the hunger had stopped. He stood back up slowly, so as not to topple. There was a sharp tearing sound... His jeans had hit the final limit, all the seams were tearing apart, the flesh bulging through as if trying to escape. His stomach fell forwards further, almost touching the floor. The shirt he had been wearing had receeded far up his chest, tucked beneath the folds of the newly formed flab that was developing there. Jadine glared at the demon, still sat at the table and calling forth more food. Jadine paused a moment. "Surely not, the amount I've had..." He muttered.

But he was wrong... the hunger was not as intense, but it would not be long before total emptiness returned. "Impossible" Jadine exclaimed, placing a hand on his softly rumbling stomach. "I've had enough to last at least a week... What did you do?" He asked the demon, and she explained... but as we already know, it's not important to the plot ^^.
As he expected, the hunger returned more intense than ever. His stomach growled loudly, producing a painful vibration through the girth as the flesh wobbled violently.
He had no real choice... eat of suffer.