After a long walk, with a lot of growls from the recently irradiated girl’s stomach, the couple reached Frida’s house. They spent a few moments just holding hands and looked at one another, wishing they didn’t have to separate. Manny longed for the day when he could have his own place, a super hero hideout, where he and Frida could be together as long as they wanted. He hated to see her leave, even if it did let him watch her fine ass go. Holding her hands tightly, he looked dreamily at his blue haired love. “Well here we are. Tonight was great Frida, even though those flying freaks attacked us. I’d kiss you good night, but your dad might see me and give me a beat down.”

“Imagine if he found out where else your lips have been?” Frida coyly suggested. Manny blushed and laughed nervously, looking around franticly to make sure Frida’s dad wasn’t lurking around somewhere with a baseball bat. If Frida’s dad found out about half the stuff they did, Manny would be six feet underground faster then he could say ‘Stop beating me with my own skull!’ Super villains were easy compared to angry fathers.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I better get some beauty sleep, it’s almost morning,” Frida said as she let go of Manny’s hands reluctantly. At that moment, her belly decided to voice what it wanted with a loud groaning rumble. Frida put her hand on her belly and blushed softly in embarrassment. “I’ll sleep, after I have a midnight snack.”

Manny just smiled, loving everything about Frida including the sounds her belly made. He turned to leave, and the second his back was turned he felt something slap his buttocks. He whipped around to see Frida grinning playfully, and then she winked at him. “Later sexy.” She entered her house, leaving Manny to stand on her doorstep with a love struck look on his face. He was going to marry that girl someday.

As soon as Frida was in her home, she slumped against the door and grabbed her stomach. She had not wanted to worry Manny, but she was so hungry, hungrier then she could remember ever being in her life. The only thing that had kept her from running off to the first hotdog stand she saw was the fear of worrying Manny with her behaviour. Her appetite had gotten so bad, that she had even started to think Manny looked appetizing. Now that she was alone, all she could think about was all the food waiting for her in the kitchen.

As she moved towards the kitchen, Frida’s mind started to grow weaker by the second. For some reason it seemed like there was a fog in her mind, and she couldn't quite make sense of anything through it other then the urge to eat. Her mind focused on one objective; fill her entire body up with sweet, rich, luscious foods. She couldn't think straight. Stumbling into the kitchen, Frida drooled as she spotted a plate piled high with sugary donuts. One of the few benefits of having a cop for a father was that there were always donuts in the house. She shovelled them into her mouth without a worry to her trim waist and toned body. Her previous fears of being fat erased by this growing need to fill her belly.

The donuts disappeared into her salivating maw, no crumb escaped her and after the plate was emptied, she licked the bottom clean. Without thinking about what she’d just done, Frida turned around in search of more food. She opened the fridge up and started drooling again as she saw an enormous cake, made up of many delicious frosted layers. She pulled the cake out and grabbed a handful of the brown sugary treat. She crammed it into her mouth, taking another handful before she had finished the first.

Frosting surrounded her mouth as she stuffed her face. After shoving several more handfuls into her mouth and the gnawing hunger still eating away at her, Frida pushed her whole face into the cake and started eating it like the animals that had bitten her earlier that night. Chomping, licking and swallowing sounds filled the kitchen as Frida demolished a cake that could feed a part of twenty.

The empty plate fell from her hands and shattered on the floor, Frida ignored it and went back to the fridge grabbing a two-litter milk carton. Pushing it against her frosting covered lips, she upturned the milk and started guzzling it down. Not stopping until only a few drops were left. Throwing the milk aside, Frida went back to the fridge, scourging up anything she could find.

Fried chicken, pizza, tacos, refried beans; she gobbled it all down and every swallow made her belly bloat out a little more. She kept shovelling food into her maw, only pausing briefly to rube her distended belly. Had she been a little more with it, she would've been deeply shocked that her body could even hold that much food, as her belly went out nearly a foot in front of her. When the fridge was nearly empty, with only the vegetables and fruits not touched, Frida stumbled back and fell on her butt. Her belly sagged into her knees as she drifted off, her belly full, for now.





The sound of screeching tires and metal meeting metal awoke Frida. She had only been asleep for an hour, but in that time, she had digested everything that she ate. She jumped to her feet, years of fighting super villains heightening her senses. She looked around wildly for an enemy, but saw only a dark, empty house. Her family was still fast asleep. Groaning, Frida rubbed her eyes.

“What happened, what am I doing downstairs?” She asked herself. She pulled her hands away from her eyes and saw food covering her fingers. Everything came back to her and she ran to the bathroom as fast as she could. Turning the light on, she saw herself in the mirror and her jaw dropped. What she saw was nothing like her body had been an hour ago. She had a belly that protruded out in front of her and hung down slightly over the waistband of her pants. Her ass was chunkier; her thighs bigger, her tits were practically tearing her shirt in two. She was at least twenty-five pounds heavier than she had been before eating. She even had a double chin thrust out. Her hands ran down her body, whimpers following every time she grabbed something that wasn’t supposed to be bigger. Her hands barely covered her bigger ass and breasts, both of them felt softer and spongier then ever before. She was fat, not grossly overweight, but definitely not the slim girl she once was. Unable to look at herself anymore, she rushed out of the bathroom.

“Okay Frida, calm down, this isn’t so bad. You binged a little tonight but that’s okay, all girls do it and you just had your turn,” Frida rambled as she walked around in circles. “It’s just a few pounds, a couple hours of running will burn it all off. No need to get freaked. Who says I’m freaked? I’m not freaked! I’ll kill you if you say I’m freaked! Stay calm, just don’t start screaming. I’m not screaming, you’re screaming! Ssssshhhhhh!”

After her mini-breakdown, Frida slowly moved to sit down, painfully aware of the extra jiggle in ever step she took. She stopped suddenly at the window, across the street, some idiot had struck a billboard with his truck. The billboard was advertising tourism in some city named Townsville who had its own super heroes, but that wasn’t what caught Frida’s attention. The crashed truck had a picture on it that made Frida start drooling again; it was a big churro.

Curiosity and hunger overweighing common sense, Frida left her house to check on the truck, telling herself she was checking to see if the driver was hurt. She never saw the driver or looked for him because as soon as she got close, she picked up the sweet, seductive smell of churros from the back of the truck. The crash had forced open the back doors and Frida peered inside, her heart skipped a beat as she saw the back of the truck filled with hundreds and hundreds of churros.

“So beautiful,” Frida whimpered, almost crying at the beautiful sight. Something deep inside of her told her to stop, but Frida couldn’t. Lunging at the mountain of churros, she started eating and eating and eating. As the sun rose and the day began, the sound of chewing and swallowing could still be heard. Frida was out to lunch in her head, her hunger driving away every other conscious thought. Frida ate until she passed out and every churro in the truck was gone. It wouldn’t be until that afternoon when she woke up and discovered the new her.