This is one of a few flash-sized chapters I am writing for the next few months. This particular episode contains weight gain justified by pseudo-science.
If such a thing would gall you, I would consider reading something else.
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Jupiter Morrison shuddered with anticipation as she held up the second outfit she was debating wearing to the reunion. The sleeveless, knee-length dress was a faint green that she swore brightened her eyes. It had a daring back that dipped to a couple inches below her waist and would be the best way to show off just how much she had changed since graduation-particularly within the last year. After all, she had not been smaller than a size 20 since high school and the dress was an eight. The size felt... enjoyably bizarre. The last time she had worn something this small, puberty had just started creeping up on her.
"It's just so stiff though..." she said dropping it back in her suitcase. She put her hands on her hips and stretched backwards.
It had been nearly four years since joining the trials which eventually lead to her becoming Augmented. Through genetic manipulation she still did not quite understand, her body had been brought up to speed to match her otherwise overenthusiastic endocrine system. The operation had been six months ago and she was still having a hard time believing it was her looking back in the mirror. She had been between three and four hundred pounds for so long, despite any and all attempts to lose weight, that having the build of a serious runner was quite disconcerting.
The athletic look was not just for show either. In the months since the procedure she had run not only a 5k, but also a triathlon and a short cycling tour. She picked up games of basketball at the gym. She could swim for nearly an hour without tiring. In short, it was a complete transformation from the person she had been since her teens-and more.
That was not to say the miraculous augmentation did not have its share of side effects alongside its massive benefits. Thanks to her increased metabolism, she was constantly running hot and endlessly hungry. Both were easy enough to manage with a protein rich diet to curb appetite, drinking plenty, and taking two showers a day. Honestly, they were minor concessions were in comparison to the challenge of the other drawbacks.
A gurgling followed by a soft pain reminded her that she had not eaten in more than three hours. Putting the dress aside, she turned her attention to the room service delivery. She had ordered a tuna melt with a side salad and hoped it would be enough to last until the reception later that evening.
As she started into the first slice of warm sandwich, the creamy taste of the cheese and the tang of the fish caressed her tongue like another's lips. Her body began to tingle, reacting to each bite as if she were making out with a lover.