Well over an hour had
passed and the six at the table ate and ATE. With every bite, it seemed like
their waistlines bulged out to make room for even more food, when there was nothing
left on the table except for dirty dishes and the glowing stone they brought
back, the Fantastic Four and their kids leaned back and cradled swollen
stomachs.
“Oh man… I’m stuffed…”
Sighed Franklin, leaning back in his chair. Strangely he and Valaria looked
taller in their seats, their cloths looking tight on their bodies along with
their midriffs exposed from the new pot-bellies they sported. “You said it
brother…” Stretching her arms over her head, the young girl looked older,
almost into her late teens with her younger brother catching up behind her. The
rest of the Fantastic Four sighed with satisfaction, yet a low stomach growl
could still be heard.
“I don’t know, I kinda
want another round.” Getting up from her chair, Susan lost her balance briefly
before catching herself at the table, her round stomach churning while she made
her way to the cupboards. Scratching the back of her neck again the green and
orange scales had spread down her entire back, as it did for the others, yet
she and the rest of the Fantastic Four never noticed. “Oh, crackers.” Prying
open the box from the cupboard, Susan opened her mouth wide and poured the
crispy wafers down her throat.
One by one the rest of
the family got up and started scrounging for anything else to eat. Tearing open
boxes and prying open canned goods and tossing the empty containers over their
shoulders, all the while the stone at the table continued to glow its green
glow. Johnny had pulled the fridge wide open and everyone shouldered up against
him to reach the edibles inside. “Hey! No hogging” Grumbled the Thing, his stoney
skin chipping and shedding bit by bit to reveal orange and green scales
underneath, leaving a dusty pile of orange debris by everyone’s feet.
“Ugh… My shoes ache.”
Wriggling his toes, Reed Richards looked down to find his shoes looking almost
swollen, the soles made tight by whatever was being pressed inside. “Mine too,
guess I’ve been on them for a while.” Leaning her rear against the counter,
Susan lifted her leg up to rub her ankle when the front of her shoes burst
open. Instead of five wriggling pink toes, a large three clawed foot splayed
its way free. “Ah… That’s better.” Pausing in their own meals, the rest of the
changing heroes wriggled their feet and hands. Their fingers and toes changed
and altered to become clawed and reptilian. When the shift ended, the family
went back to eating, totally oblivious to their changes.