Sue Storm's Appetite Goes Into Overdrive

Her stomach rumbled. Sue Storm was no stranger to the occasional hunger pang; her entire adult life had basically been on a diet. A sip of Porkum's milk apparently stimulated her appetite a little. Nothing wrong with that, she was hurt...she needed a healthy appetite, to eat well, recover, grow strong.

At least, that's what ran through Sue Storm's brain as she opened the refrigerator. Then...

Consciousness came back to Sue Storm some hours later, as the little cleaning robots scrubbed the kitchen floor around her. The Invisible Woman's head pounded, as with a hangover, and her mouth felt sticky and acidic. More than anything else, however, the awakened heroine was aware of a pang of pain and pressure from her midsection, a shiver of cold air on her bare stomach. She **** her eyes open...and stared about her in horror.

The refrigerator and freezer doors stood open, the shelves empty. Every scrap of food had been torn open and devoured. The Invisible Woman's outfit was covered with stains and reeked of sweat, but all around her were the remnants of an orgy of eating. Empty egg shells and milk cartons, cheese wrappers, discarded tupperware containers. There had to have been a week's worth of food in the fridge according to Sue Storm's normal diet.

As her gaze fixed on her bloated abdomen, she realized where it had all gone.

Her stomach was hugely distended, not with fat, but simply with the sheer mass of food that Sue had apparently shoved down her greedy gullet. The Invisible Woman touched the taut flesh and grimaced in discomfort. With a grimace she slowly made the layers of her skin invisible...then the muscle...and stared in horror at her grotesquely swollen stomach, the mass of half-digested chicken and rise and other less identifiable foods that were making a slow process through her guts. She stared in mute fascination and horror as her stomach acids worked to break down the overwhelming meal...and then another biological urge overcame her.

BRRRAAAAPPPP

The belch was long, loud, and entirely unladylike. Worse, Sue could taste it. Her head throbbed and with effort she shifted onto her hands and knees and began to crawl toward the bathroom. Her stomach sloshed beneath her, and she tasted bile. It wasn't even worth considering how many calories she'd consumed, because she wouldn't be able to digest more than a fraction of it. Worse, all that had gone into her would have to come out...

"Mrs. Richards," H.E.R.B.I.E. addressed her as she crawled toward the toilet. She wasn't looking forward to the hours she'd have to spend on there. "Do you require assistance?"

Sue grimaced. "What...happened to me last night?"

H.E.R.B.I.E. paused. "After you consumed Porkum's Organic Nut Milk, you began to eat. After you had consumed the entire contents of the refrigerator, you collapsed into unconsciousness. I have taken the liberty of ordering additional groceries."

Sue groaned as she hauled herself onto the porcelain throne. Her mind tried to work as she held onto her swollen gut.

"Is there...any more of Porkum's milk left?" she asked.

"Affirmative," H.E.R.B.I.E. said. "A fresh bottle was delivered only minutes ago. With Mr. Porkum's compliments."

The blue eyes of the Invisible Woman narrowed. Her nostrils flared. Her stomach gurgled.