I would like for you to expand these two scenes of a woman developing into severe hyperthyroidism. After these two scenes, have a scene where her appetite is monstrous from being in thyroid storm: 

"Week 1: The First Signs
Maya pushed open the glass door of her favorite pizzeria, the warm scent of cheese and tomato sauce wafting out to greet her. It had been a long day at work, and she was starving. Not the usual "I skipped lunch" kind of hungry—this was deeper, sharper, as though her stomach had been empty for days. She placed a hand over her belly as she waited in line, feeling it churn and gurgle softly beneath her crop top. The sound was faint but persistent, a low reminder of her growing hunger.
Her outfit was casual: a cropped gray hoodie that revealed a sliver of toned skin above her jeans. She had always been proud of her midsection—flat, firm, with just enough softness to look healthy. But lately, she’d noticed a subtle change. Her stomach seemed tighter, almost hollow, as though it had been pulled inward. Even after meals, it never looked full anymore, and the growling never completely stopped. Still, she brushed it off as stress or an unusually fast metabolism. She figured a few slices of pizza would do the trick tonight.
When her order arrived—a large pepperoni pizza, still bubbling from the oven—she wasted no time. Sitting in the corner booth, Maya grabbed her first slice and devoured it in just a few bites. The cheese stretched and snapped, the grease dripped onto her plate, but she didn’t care. Her stomach growled again, louder this time, as if urging her to keep going. She paused briefly to rub her exposed midriff, fingers tracing the smooth, slightly damp skin. It felt warm, almost feverish, and she could feel the faint churn of digestion beneath her hand. It was strange—she had already eaten two slices, but the deep hollowness in her gut hadn’t eased at all.
By the time she finished her fourth slice, her stomach was making more noise than ever, a series of low, gurgling growls that made her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She glanced around, but no one seemed to notice. She pressed her palm firmly over her navel, trying to soothe the noises, but it was no use. Her metabolism felt like a furnace, burning through the food as quickly as she ate it. She leaned back in her seat, her crop top riding up slightly as her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Her stomach, though no longer as concave as when she’d arrived, still refused to feel full. The only evidence of her meal was the warmth radiating from her skin and the restless churn of her digestion.
She sighed, finishing the last slice. Her hunger had dulled slightly, but deep down, she knew it wouldn’t last. Her body was changing, though she didn’t yet realize how much.
End of the Month: The Hunger Takes Over
The bell above the pizzeria door jingled as Maya stumbled in, her movements shaky and uncoordinated. The restaurant was just as she remembered, but tonight, everything felt different. She wasn’t just hungry—she was desperate. Her stomach growled loudly, a deep, resonant sound that filled the small space and made the cashier glance up in surprise. Maya clutched her midsection, her fingers curling over the bare skin just above her jeans. It was hot to the touch, damp with sweat despite the cool breeze outside, and it felt as though her stomach was alive, twisting and churning in protest of its emptiness.
She was wearing the same crop top and jeans as her last visit, but they fit her differently now. Her hoodie hung loosely over her shoulders, and her jeans were cinched tightly at the waist with a belt to keep them from slipping down. Her stomach, once toned and healthy, now looked almost hollow, the skin stretched taut over her ribs. The faint outline of her abdominal muscles was visible beneath the sheen of sweat, and her navel seemed deeper, more pronounced, as though her body had been carved away by the relentless demands of her metabolism.
“Are you okay?” the cashier asked hesitantly as Maya approached the counter.
“Just… hungry,” she murmured, her voice trembling slightly. She ordered a large pizza—no, make that two—and slid into the same corner booth she had sat in weeks ago. Her stomach let out another enormous growl as she sat down, the vibrations resonating through her entire body. She winced, placing both hands over her abdomen in a futile attempt to quiet the noise. The churning was constant now, a relentless reminder of the fire raging inside her.
When the pizzas arrived, Maya didn’t even wait for them to cool. She grabbed the first slice with shaky hands, the grease dripping onto the table as she shoved it into her mouth. The first few bites made her stomach growl even louder, as though taunting her for thinking she could ever satisfy it. She finished the slice in seconds and immediately reached for another, then another. Her hands were trembling so badly that she nearly dropped the fourth slice, but she caught it just in time, her fingers slick with sweat and oil.
By the time she was halfway through the first pizza, her crop top had ridden up completely, exposing her entire midriff. Her stomach, though still flat, was now visibly moving, the muscles twitching and contracting as it worked furiously to process the food. She placed a hand over her navel again, feeling the heat radiating from her skin and the restless churn beneath it. It was like her body was a machine, burning through everything she gave it at an impossible rate. Despite eating more than she ever had in one sitting, the hollow ache in her gut refused to subside.
By the time she finished the second pizza, Maya was drenched in sweat. Her chest heaved as she leaned back in the booth, her jeans digging uncomfortably into her hips. Her stomach let out another growl—long, low, and almost angry—and she groaned softly, pressing her hand firmly against it. The noise was so loud that it drew stares from a nearby table, but Maya was too exhausted to care. Her metabolism was astronomical now, a roaring inferno that consumed everything in its path. No matter how much she ate, it was never enough.
She sat there for a moment, her hands trembling as they brushed over her exposed stomach. It was warm, damp, and still slightly concave despite the sheer volume of food she’d consumed. The growling continued, quieter now but no less persistent, a constant reminder of the hunger that ruled her life. Maya closed her eyes, willing herself to get up, but her body felt heavy, drained of energy even as it demanded more.
The cashier approached cautiously, holding a glass of water. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.
Maya opened her eyes, managed a weak smile, and nodded. “I’m fine,” she lied, though her stomach let out another growl as if to contradict her. She placed a hand over her navel again, feeling the restless churn beneath her palm, and sighed. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep this up, but for now, all she could do was keep eating and hope it would be enough."