As Leon was busy inspecting his hulking upper arms he noticed his shirt starting to feel tighter around his stomach. He looked down and saw, to his dismay, that his stomach had domed out. He brought one hand to it and gave it a poke, discovering the flesh there was soft and yielding. He was getting fat! As he watched, his dismay making his jaw drop, his belly pushed out a few more inches and began to sag. He looked at his newly muscled-up arms and saw the definition in them diminishing as they began to plump as well.
"Crap, crap, crap crap..." He said as he pushed himself away from the desk. He felt his pants growing tighter too, and heard seams starting to pop. His stomach burbled loudly, and he started to feel hungrier again. Almost against his will he stood, the chair coming up with him due to his widening rear, and turned toward the mess hall again. He continued to grow fatter, and the chair began digging into his lovehandles and butt. He hastily pushed it off, causing his pants to tear. But at the moment his intense hunger had swept every other concern from his mind.
Leon began first to run, then walk, and finally waddle back to the mess hall, blind to everything but his hunger he knocked into other soldiers who were staring agape at his expanding form. When he finally got to the mess hall he practically plowed through anyone in his way, and started grabbing whatever food he could reach and cramming it into his mouth.
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