Psylocke's belly grumbled loudly, begging for more food. She couldn't believe it! She'd eaten god knows how many pancakes and still, she couldn't satisfy her hunger.

Heaving herself upward, Psylocke went off to make more food.

/3 Hours later/

Psylocke had cooked herself a whole breakfast that could've been fit for several people to eat. She had had two cheese omlettes, numerous sausage links, lots of crispy beacon, several stacks of pancakes, waffles and french toast.

And somehow, it had all crammed into her distended stomach. Psylocke's stomach which had been a potbelly before her latest meal, had balloned outward into a heavy, tight paunch of flesh. Her stomach was jutting out a least a good eight inches or so and the psychic mutant could only rub it as she digested.

If Psylocke had any inhibitions about eating what she wanted, how much she wanted and when she wanted, they were completely destroyed now.