When she woke up, she realized that now she was now in a dank, uninviting warehouse. Wondering why she’s no longer in the pleasant ‘white’ room, she piped out. “Eh, anybody there? Is this still part of my doctor’s operation?” She got up and walked around, looking for anybody. Suddenly, a voice rings out from the intercom, completely unrecognisable to Ashley. “This is Experiment Subject # 12, testing phase 01. You are amongst the first in a series biological weapons designed to seek out and destroy any other life forms for sustenance. When this red-alarm rings, we will let loose several different subjects.” Strangely, Ashley felt the need to intently listen to this voice’s orders, even if she couldn’t understand half of what it was saying. Just then, the voice started a countdown. “Commencing in 3. 2. 1. Begin hunting now.” The alarm sounded, and she could now hear movement within the different warehouse aisles.
She immediately began to run at an amazingly high speed, instinctively climbing and jumping off walls to increase her mobility. She then started to sniff the air; she seemed to be unaware that she had never, ever been able to sniff out people before, or run at impossible speeds. She found herself running down a lone aisle, making out despite the darkness a lone figure, crouching in the corner. Smelling the stench from this area, she increases her pace, until she was right up to the body. As the petrified man slowly looked up at Ashley, she quickly lashed forwards and…
Threw him aside, and tore with amazing strength into a metal container filled to the brim with chips. She gnawed up half its contents in a minute, stopping only to lick her fingers. By the time she was done, her jumper was pushed up by a large, spherical belly, bloated from the huge amount of junk she had just stuffed herself silly with. Her supposed victim watched in confusion as she sat down and rubbed her belly, smacking her lips with a large smile. “Oh, sorry about that. I was FAMISHED. Actually, now that I think about it, I’m still starving! Um, this wasn’t yours, was it?” She grinned back at the even more confused man, who could only think to awkwardly smile back. “Oh, eh, no, go ahead!” Better that junk food then myself at any rate he thought to himself. Just then, another alarm rang out, and she started to sniff a new scent; gas. Before long, she was completely passed out.
Waking up in the same room as before (abiet now with a large bowl of chocolate to her side), the same man in glasses greeted her, yet less enthusiastically then before. “Oh, hipth doc!” She yelled, her mouth full with half the bowl’s contents. “Yes… Hi… I have some bad news Ashley.” “Ooooh, that’s my name! I’d forgotten about that again!” “That doesn’t matter at this rate. What I’ve come to say is… The operation had a slight hiccup. And by slight, I mean massive. It was a complete blunder.”
Ashley looked at him blankly. “Really? Because I feel GREAT!” She patted her stomach, surprised to find it had now digested into a large, healthy layer of flab, creating a large love handle on her sides. “You’re not pulling my chain?” She beamed at him, feeling that if something had really gone wrong, she felt too damn good at the moment to care.
“Yeah… Well, eh… Oh what the hell, you won’t care anymore at this rate. We had intended to modify your genetic structure to turn you into a lean, mean biological machine, and let you loose back on American soil. Rather, all this effort and years of planning has somehow resulted in you simply getting a large appetite.” Ashley again shot him a blank, confused look, and then started to smile. “Oh, all this hard work for me? I’m touched!” There was no sense of patronization in Ashley’s comment whatsoever. “… Indeed. Well, if you’re so ‘touched’ by all of our hard work, then maybe you could help us out? It would take YEARS to develop another virus to combat the one we gave you, and we don’t even know if its only affecting your appetite or also multiplying your human fat tissue and god knows what else, potentially. And really, didn’t go through this much effort to simply reverse the ill side-effects of one of our enemies’ most famous teenagers. So…”
A door opened, and a few of his female co-workers started to unload towering boxes into the room, until they were almost entirely surrounded. “Would you mind, eh, ‘not holding back’? At all? You’ll get what we mean when you start.” He exited the room. “’Don’t hold back’? Eh, sure thing!” Ashley replied as he left, completely stumped by what he had been talking about before these boxes appeared. She got up with a hefty push on the chair, and lowering her hefty legs onto the ground as her butt jiggled against her now even shorter skirt, she walked over to a box. “Ooooo, candy! Now I get ya!” She laughed, before diving in with extreme wildness despite her new size into the munchies.
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