'It's just a few more pancakes.' she thought.

That's what she told herself over and over. But soon thirds became fourths, which turned to fifths and finally sixths.

Psylocke groaned as she finished the plate, licking off syrup of her lips. She unbuttoned her jeans. A small, taunt pot-belly jutted out 3 to 5 inches from the rest of her body. She placed her hand on her stomach, patting in slightly.

"What came over me?" she asked herself. Her belly gurgled as if to respond. Psylocke palmed her face. She couldn't still be hungry...