Selina gracefully moved her athletic body through the laser alarm system, soon retrieving what she had been after from the glass. It was an old idol from an ancient civilization. The idol was in the shape of a large sow. Supposedly it was a representation of a goddess of plenty, but to Catwoman, the only thing that mattered was that it was valuable, or at least it would look quite good on her shelf, alongside her many other purloined objects.
Arriving home forty minutes later, Selina divested herself from her tight costume and prepared for bed.
As she slept, she failed to notice the eyes of the idol glowing green. A gleaming light struck her slumbering form.
The next morning, awaking with a yawn, Selina went towards the kitchen, rubbing her stomach a bit. For some odd reason, she was starving.
What she had intended to be merely a slice of toast and one egg turned into nine slices of buttered toast, the entirety of her eggs, and several large pitchers of milk. Laying back in her dining room chair, Selina cradled the taut orb her stuffed stomach now was, marveling at her capacity. She had never eaten that much food at once.
After taking a shower, it eventually donned on her. Not her sudden craving for food, but her work. She decided that, with all the stolen goods she already possessed, she was just pushing herself too hard.
"Maybe I could take a vacation in a few weeks," she thought to herself, ignoring the slight bump that developed across her soft belly.
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