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Much had been achieved over the course of human development and in the wake of technological progress. Modern societies demanded diet and weight-loss products that could reduce weight with minimal effort, while attempts were made to combat world hunger with improved seeds or food concentrates. A strange contrast prevailed in the world. People wanted to be thin—but naturally healthy—without having to do anything about it. Food and fast-food corporations were fattening the population more and more, while at the same time, poor countries were plagued by starving and malnourished people and children. What the world did not yet know was that a determined woman was in the process of turning this entire tangled and contradictory system upside down for good. But what the young scientist herself did not yet know was the price she would have to pay for it.

Dr. Elena Voss was only 28 years old but already a rising star in the scientific community. With her long, wavy brown hair—which she usually tied back in a practical braid—and her alert green-brown eyes, she radiated not only beauty but also a blend of intelligence and quiet determination. Elena worked at the renowned BioForge laboratory on the outskirts of Berlin, a state-of-the-art complex dedicated to combating global hunger.

The team was currently pursuing several approaches. These included, for example, manipulating the hormone ghrelin to suppress the feeling of hunger, or optimizing the gut microbiota for better nutrient utilization. Other departments were conducting genetic modifications to metabolism designed to convert calories into energy more efficiently. In general, the solution was seen in altering the human component rather than improving the food itself, since there was already a massive surplus of food in the world. Since a more equitable redistribution could not be expected through social or political means, the only option was to try to adapt those who so desperately needed the food.

Elena Voss had chosen a radical approach for this and focused on adipocytes, the fat cells. Her vision was to modify these cells so that they would serve not only as passive storage units but also as active and virtually inexhaustible sources of energy, enabling the body to function even after weeks or months without food by continuously and controllably mobilizing fat reserves without causing muscle wasting or organ failure.

“Just imagine that…,” the brunette scientist had said during one of the last meetings with investors and the lab directors, “a person walking through the desert without provisions. No hunger, no collapse. Just pure, genetically optimized endurance.” Her colleagues considered the approach brilliant—if it proved feasible—but also risky, and the untested viral vectors she had developed, which combined CRISPR-Cas9 with synthetic promoters, had not yet been approved for human use.

They were designed to cause fat cells to multiply hyperplastically and enlarge hypertrophically, while incorporating a kind of intelligent feedback mechanism that would meet the body’s energy needs. No uncontrolled growth, but an infinite reserve of energy. The former had so far been the biggest problem with the drug’s prototypes.

That evening, the lab was nearly empty, and most of her colleagues had already left. Elena had stayed late because she was on the verge of a breakthrough—or so she believed. The latest batch of the AdipoMax vector—as she called it internally—had just been produced. It was a clear, slightly viscous liquid in a small, unlabeled container. Elena wore only her white lab coat over a simple black top and tight jeans that accentuated her slender figure, and her feet were in comfortable sneakers. It had been a long and exhausting day, and the young woman rubbed her tired, green-brown eyes as she emptied yet another of the countless coffee cups she’d had that day. The glaring light from her computer monitor illuminated Elena’s slender face, while the rest of the lab was already largely shrouded in darkness, save for a few flickering pieces of equipment.

Around 11 p.m., disaster struck. As Elena held the container over a microscope to examine the last sample, the tweezers slipped from her hand, causing the container to tip over and the liquid to splash out. A flustered mishap caused by fatigue.

Some of the solution landed directly on her stomach, soaking through her clothes. Another gush hit her thighs and hips. In a panic, she tried to step back and tripped over a cable. As she did, the small container holding the solution slipped from her hands and shattered on the lab floor. Flapping her arms, Elena fell backward, landing with her butt right in the puddle that had spread across the floor. She immediately felt the cold liquid soak through the fabric of her jeans.

“No! Shit, no!” Elena jumped to her feet, her heart racing as she frantically wiped at the affected areas, but it was too late—her skin had already begun to absorb the substance. The gloves she was wearing were impervious to the AdipoMax, but the rest of her clothing was not. A strange tingling sensation spread rapidly—at first warm, then hot, and finally almost burning. Elena ran to the emergency shower at the end of the lab, but after just a few steps, she felt something changing inside her.

It began in her lower abdomen with a soft gurgling sound. Elena stopped and stared down at herself, and beneath her wet lab coat and the T-shirt underneath, her flat stomach bulged forward. At first, only a gentle mound formed, then it grew visibly, and her skin stretched, becoming taut and shiny, then soft again, only to repeat the process immediately, while beneath it, fatty tissue expanded explosively. The adipocytes that the vector had infected were multiplying at a frenzied pace, and each cell was sucking nutrients from the surrounding tissue, dividing, enlarging, and storing lipids in unnatural quantities.

“Oh God… what’s happening to me?! Oh shit, this is just like those tests with the mice! This can’t be true!”

Her voice trembled, and she clutched her stomach with both hands; it felt hot and almost feverish. Within seconds, the small bump turned into a plump, round belly that bulged over the waistband of her jeans, and her skin stretched further and further. New fat cells formed in layers that migrated deeper and made her lower abdomen heavier. Her belly sagged downward, becoming baggy, hanging over Elena’s crotch and pressing against her thighs. She noticed how her pubic region also swelled, forming additional rolls beneath her growing belly, which had turned into a sagging paunch. The lab coat grew tighter and tighter, and the T-shirt stretched over Elena’s expanding belly, while more and more fat spilled out from the bottom and worked its way down her equally hot, throbbing thighs.

At the same time, her hips began to expand, and pressure built up from within, as if someone were pumping air into balloons—only it was fat. Elena’s slender hip bones disappeared beneath an avalanche of new tissue, and her sides grew wider and more massive. The fabric of her jeans stretched dangerously tight, and the seams creaked. Elena tried to unbutton them, but her fingers were already trembling, and her hips continued to swell, becoming gigantic—far beyond normal proportions. Saddle bags formed on her sides, and thick rolls of sagging fat jiggled with every movement. A flood of fat literally engulfed her, and everything wobbled and jiggled as the first tears appeared in her pants and white, soft flesh oozed through.

Then came her thighs and legs, which had just moments before been slender and athletic, and began to grow rapidly. The fat cells literally exploded in size and number. Elena’s entire lower half swelled grotesquely, her legs buried under thick layers of fat. Her thighs doubled in circumference within a few seconds and then tripled it. The first dimples appeared on the skin of her buttocks and legs, while cellulite spread to an extreme degree and coarse, wavy orange peel skin covered the outer sides of her thighs. New rolls of fat formed—first one above the knee, then a second below it, and finally a third that enveloped the entire thigh in thick bulges, turning her legs into massive pillars and tree trunks of soft, yielding fat. With a loud crack, her gigantic, ever-expanding butt burst through the fabric of her jeans and sloshed out in all directions like a flood. Startled, the scientist gasped as she lost her balance and had to grab hold of a table, while the fat on her butt began to dangle down the back of her swelling thighs.

Elena finally staggered on, trying to make her way to the shower, but every step grew heavier. The endeavor was pointless anyway, since all of the AdipoMax had already been absorbed into her body, but panic prevented the young woman from thinking clearly. Her butt then accelerated its expansion and grew most dramatically. Her buttocks swelled, becoming absurdly large and protruding backward, as if someone were shoving invisible pillows under her skin—further and further back, and wider and wider out. Her jeans ripped apart in several places with a loud tearing sound. The fabric gave way, while shreds hung from the gigantic curves. Elena’s butt became so massive that it swung heavily with every step and slapped loudly against her thighs. New rolls formed at the transition to her hips, with deep folds, creating a connection to her belly, which was also sagging lower and lower.

“Stop! Please stop!” She wailed loudly, her voice echoing through the empty lab as tears streamed down her face, which, miraculously, remained almost unchanged. Her cheeks were still slender, her jawline sharp, and her brown eyes wide with horror. Her shoulders and arms also remained slender, while her breasts lay small and firm beneath her top. The contrast was cruel, revealing the young, attractive scientist above and nothing but a grotesque, swelling mass of fat below.

Her belly had now reached dramatic proportions, hanging low and covering more than two-thirds of her thighs. The underside was already touching her knees—which were nearly buried under several layers of rolls of fat—when Elena finally came to a halt and, gasping, leaned forward, struggling for breath. Thick, heavy rolls of fat hung down from the sides of her legs and swayed with every movement.

New layers kept forming beneath them, and the vector continued to work relentlessly, causing every infected cell to divide and produce daughter cells that immediately stored lipids. It was exponential growth, and Elena could feel her weight increasing rapidly in real time.

Her legs became increasingly immobile, as did her thighs, while thick rolls of fat hung between them. The cellulite was extreme, revealing deep craters and dimples that made her skin look like a lunar landscape. Elena’s lower legs also swelled, causing her ankles to disappear beneath thick pads of fat. Her calves ballooned like balloons, reaching in seconds the circumference her thighs had had just minutes earlier. Her feet were almost completely covered by the sagging masses of fat on her lower legs, and she could barely see them through the fat on her legs and her swelling belly.

Elena gasped for breath, breathing heavily—not only out of panic, but because her massive belly was pressing against her diaphragm.

“What am I supposed to do now? I… I look like a monster!” She tried to imagine how she would be found tomorrow morning—half-naked and in torn clothes, with a colossal lower body that made the rest of her slender upper body look ridiculously small. No one was allowed to see her like this, because the shame burned hotter than the growth itself.

She waddled on with great effort, and every step was torture, so she had to swing her enormous legs out to the side just to get the swollen tree trunks past each other at all. Her left giant leg swung laboriously past her right, the layers of fat slapping loudly, and her ass jutted far back like a gigantic mass of soft, jiggling flesh. Her hips were so wide that she nearly brushed against the lab tables she passed, and new rolls of fat formed incessantly on her lower back, over her hip bones, and on the sides of her abdomen, while her love handles hung down like heavy curtains on either side, swinging back and forth with every step.

Her weight continued to rise to an estimated 200 kilos, then 250, and finally 300, and her body felt foreign, as if it no longer belonged to her. Of course, Elena could only guess at her weight, but she could clearly sense that she was still gaining and would soon be too heavy to walk.

“Please… I just wanted to help… to defeat the hunger… not this!” She sobbed, and her hands ran over the massive belly in front of her, pressing into the soft mass so that her fingers sank deep. It felt warm, alive, and pulsating, and every touch sent waves through the fat that continued to reverberate seconds later.

She finally reached the lab door and the exit, but her body had become so massive by then that she could barely fit through the standard-sized door, her hips bumping against the frame on both sides. She had to turn sideways, which created a new problem, because her gigantic butt jutted so far backward that it pressed against the doorframe. With a desperate gasp, the swelling doctor pushed her way through. The fabric of her torn jeans hung in shreds around her knees, her lab coat was open in the front, and her belly hung out freely, heavy and swaying. The T-shirt had become a crop top, and the sagging sack of fat swung heavily in front of Elena’s fat-covered knees.

Out in the hallway, it got even worse. Elena saw her reflection in a glass partition, and the sight made her scream. From the waist up, she was slim with a pretty face streaked with tears, but from the waist down, a monstrous mass of fat had formed. Her belly now actually reached down to her knees, and her thighs were so thick they had the circumference of oil drums, with countless rolls of fat that made them even wider. Her butt was absurd—two huge spheres jutting far back and covered in extreme cellulite. Her legs could barely move, and every movement required immense effort.

She certainly weighed over 350 kg, with hips that were now three times as wide as Elena’s shoulders and were on their way to getting even bigger.

With one tiny, wobbly, waddling step after another, Elena struggled along the hallway, completely exhausted, when she noticed something: The growth was finally slowing down, though it hadn’t stopped entirely, and small surges were still occurring—a new roll here and a thickening there. Her lower legs were so swollen that her feet could only be glimpsed as small, sunken shapes, and walking had become nearly impossible. She waddled, gasping and panting. Her breasts and arms looked tiny compared to her titanic, bulging lower half, while her face remained beautiful and almost untouched, which only heightened the grotesqueness of it all.

Elena leaned exhausted against a wall and breathed heavily. She could clearly feel just how insanely wide her hips were and how much space she covered with her colossal buttocks.

“I can’t live like this… I can’t show myself to anyone. What am I supposed to do? My colleagues… the press… my life is over.” A blush of shame rose to her pretty face. Despair overwhelmed her, and she thought of her research, of the noble cause, and of all the people she had wanted to save—and now she herself had become an unwitting experiment and a walking, jiggling testament to her own hubris.

She tried to move forward, centimeter by centimeter. The lab lay behind her, while the hallway seemed endless. Every movement made her entire lower body tremble, and waves rippled across her stomach, hips, and legs. The vector had done a thorough job, and her lower body had become a single gigantic living fat machine capable of supplying energy for years—though such growth had never been part of the plan.

That night, Dr. Elena Voss learned the most terrifying lesson of her career and realized that some biological processes were too powerful to be controlled.

She didn’t have the slightest idea what to do now with this gigantic ass and those monstrous, fat hips.