Sarah's belly rumbled ominously, like distant thunder, and she then promptly passed out.

She awoke, hours later, in a white bed, with white sheets, in a white room.

"...am I dead?" she asked, her eyes slowly opening.

"No, but soon, you'll wish you were."

Uh-oh. She recognized that voice. It was Dr. Hoover, the head of the laboratories.

"Sir, I can explain--"

"Yes, please do. I'm curious to know why you snuck into another department without clearance, entered their storage area without permission, stole one of their projects, and then took it without even checking what it was."

"...I thought it was cold medicine."

"...you have a cold?"

"Well, I did, but...HEY! I'M CURED! But...I thought I took something dangerous..."

"Look, what you took wasn't cold medicine...it was more than that.
It was a wonder-drug. Taking it to get rid of a cold is like lighting a cigarette with napalm. That wonder-drug is capable of destroying viruses more effectively than anything else in the world today."

"Then why hasn't it been released to the public?"

"Because there's a catch."

"...what's the catch?" she asked, dreading the answer.

"Hmph...I don't need to explain it. The catch is obvious. Try to get out of your bed."

Hesitantly, she did try. And she then realized that she wasn't even able to sit up. She began to panic.
"OH, GOD! AM I PARALYZED?"

"(sigh)...guess again."

She tried to tilt her head forward, to see what was the matter, but even that proved impossible. For some reason, she couldn't move her joints, and she felt weighed down by some enormous weight.

"...you really are useless..." muttered Dr. Hoover "Here, let me show you what you've done to yourself."

She heard footsteps as he walked over to her, and then, she watched as he held out a mirror over her face. She looked into it. Her face looked normal enough, she thought. But then he started to tilt the mirror, and she started to see more of herself. She noticed that she had developed a second chin. Comprehension began to dawn.

"I'm...FAT!" she yelped.

"Well, you weren't exactly petite to begin with, but yes, you have gained weight."

"How much?"

"See for yourself."

Harnesses lowered from the cieling, wrapped themselves around her, and lifted her to her feet. She feared that however much weight she had gained would mess up her balance, and she was right. But so long as she stood still, she could stand up, but even that was a strain.

"Look at that wall." directed Dr. Hoover.

The wall slid apart to reveal a large mirror. Sarah gasped.
She was wider than she was tall. Her arms were draped in so much flab that she could barely bend them. Her exposed breasts were each bigger than she had been just a little while ago, and lay heavily upon her belly. Speaking of which, her belly nearly reached the floor, and shook tremulously as she breathed. What little she could see of her legs was also enormously fattened. She awkardly turned herself around, so that she could see herself at different angles. Her ass was, of course, also incredibly corpulent, and bounced around from the tinies of movements. The numerous thick rolls of fat that lined her back were stacked neatly upon her expansive rump.

"...eep..." she said eventually.

"You weigh at least 1200 pounds."

"...what's HAPPENED to me?"

"You have experienced the pill's only negative side-effect. It can cure diseases, it can keep you healthy, but it also makes you far, far too fat to enjoy any of those successes. That pill causes body to make use of energy infinitely more efficiently than it normally does, and it uses all the energy it gets to keep the patient perfectly healthy, and makes your body a fortress to any foreign threats, even most viruses. But it uses energy TO efficiently, and it ends up barely spending any. And so, all the excess energy is stored as fat."

"What can I do?"

"All you can do is wait it out. The change in your body isn't permanent. As long as you don't eat anything in the next three days, you shouldn't grow anymore."

"THREE DAYS???"

"It's the only way. Just from the small amount of food you ate at the cafetria, you've gained around eight hundred pounds, and the pill's effects weren't even at full strength at that point. And while the pill will ensure that you're kept healthy even when you're that fat, if you gain too much more, the sheer weight of all that blubber mighty crush you."

"Oh, God..."

"Now, lay back down. I'm afraid wer're going to have to keep you guarded, to ensure that you don't eat any more."

"But I'm so hungry..."

"I'm sorry, but it's the onyl way. Goodbye."

He stepped out of the room, and as he walked away, he wiped his brow nervously. Because there was something he didn't tell her. She had not simply gotten fatter. She had also grown to be seven feet tall. He prayed she hadn't noticed. But as long as she didn't eat anything, it would be alright. That was the important thing. But if she did eat more, and if she did realize the increase in her size and strength, and if she liked the way it felt...disaster might strike.

Meanwhile, back in her room, Sarah groaned. She didn't have a cold anymore, but now, she was starving to death. Not exactly an improvement, in her opinion. But then, she felt something irritating her back. She tried to scratch it, but her arms could obviously not reach. It was an odd feeling, and it took her awhile to realize that what she was feeling was an object stuck between the rolls of her flesh. Anxious to find out what it was, she swayed and shook her body with all her strength, causing her flab to jiggle widly, and soon the object flew free from its fleshy prison. She turned around to see what it was. Her eyes widened.

IT WAS A BISCUIT!

It must have gotten stuck in there while she fattened up!
She knew that she might regret it, but she was so hungry, and hey, it was just one biscuit. It wouldn't be the end of the world.

TO BE CONTINUED