"Here's more, Conan-kun," smiled Mrs. Kojima, as she filled Conan's plate with more food.
"More?" thought Conan with a gulp, his bulging stomach peeking out of his shirt now. Part of him wanted to stop...yet more of him wanted the food. What was wrong with him? Conan couldn't help but continue to stuffing his face full of thirds, fourths, and soon fifths.
"Hey, where's mine?" frowned Genta, noticing Conan was getting more food than him.
"In a minute, Genta," said Mrs. Kojima, putting sixths on Conan's plate again.
"Augh..." goaned Conan, feeling his pants slightly tighter around the waist, butt, and thighs.
"Oh man...you're so lucky..." pouted Genta.
"I don't feel that way..." grumbled Conan, before letting out a pained burp.
However, that would not be the end for Conan, but rather the beginning...
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