Heh, the art after this one tends to get rather crap, as it's all mostly doodles than anything really serious.

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Part 7

Jadine toppled slightly, his legs ached so much... he couldn't stand any longer, his legs could no longer support the immense weight he was rapidly gaining and he fell backwards, crushing the chair into little more than splinters. He hit the ground with a loud thud, sending ripples through his body. He wanted to take hold of the stomach to stop it shaking, like he did before, but he couldn't reach. His chest and stomach had grown so large, he couldn't move his arms far enough forward. As he struggled to reach forward, there was another tearing sound as the front and back of his shirt began to split open.
The hunger still tormented him, he needed to get a hold of the food. He struggled forwards, his legs deperatley trying to drag his enourmous weight forwards.

It took him a while, but he was able to take a side approach to the table where he was able to reach the plates without too much effort. His balance was set off slightly though, as his stomach continued to ripple, making him rock back and forth slightly. He took hold of the nearest plate and rested it upon his stomach. Again, he paused. His mind was screaming at him to stop, but the rumbling of his hunger... now almost constant, drove him on.