Medusa's stomach rumbled just as she saw the chocolate cake. It was in a white box, and on the box in cursive font was a name: "The Superheroine's Repast." The box rested in a large platter, and next to the box was a plastic knife. Medusa opened the box and was instantly hit with a heavenly aroma of baked delight. Her stomach rumbled once again, and Medusa put a hand on her belly.
I suppose a snack is in order... she thought, licking her lips. At once, tendrils of her hair followed her command, grabbing a plate and a spoon off of a nearby countertop. Picking up the knife on the platter holding the cake, Medusa cut herself a very generous slice onto her plate and dug in.
She ate delicately at first, gently spooning small nibbles into her mouth. The first nibble, however, proved to be spectacular, and the second was only better. Medusa's pace increased, and five minutes later, she was left with an empty plate and an unsatisfied appetite.
Well... One more slice couldn't hurt...
One slice became two. Two slices became four. Four slices became eight. Each slice only seemed to make Medusa all the hungrier for the next, and she was not to be denied.
However, it was around her fifth slice that the Inhuman Queen started to feel full. By her seventh slice, Medusa was quite stuffed. And yet, there was an urge in her mind that pushed her to keep eating.
Medusa had just finished her twelfth slice of cake when she realized that she had eaten the whole thing.
"Ooohhh..." she moaned, laying back on the ground beneath the fridge, stuffed to the brim. Her belly bulged forth from her abdomen, round and taut with the result of her feast. Medusa rubbed the food-stuffed orb soothingly, her hair lying limp around her.
That was... unusual of me, Medusa mused to herself. Normally, I have more restraint than that. Standing up shakily, Medusa took the empty box out of the fridge and threw it away, taking the platter to the sink and washing it off. She took a moment, stood in silence, and cradled her food baby, caressing it gingerly. And yet... I cannot say I regret it.
Smiling softly to herself, Medusa walked gingerly back to her room, collapsing onto her bed and falling deeply into sleep.
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