chapter 9

The senior supervisors office was warmer than the corridors outside, but the cruel expression on the supervisors face created a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature.
"Stealing Samwell institute property, out of bed at night hours, violating restricted areas, and that's just the start." the supervisor said spitefully.
"No visit to town tomorrow should-"
"I think not," said a voice from the doorway. A tall, slender woman stood, clad in a lab coat stood there. "These girls did violate protocol, but were still fulfilling their duties. They were part of group G4, which to my understanding is a group comprised of weight gaining individuals. I do not see punishment necessary, but consider this a warning, girls. Further violations will be dealt with a punishment and penalty. Come. I'll escort you to you rooms."
The staff member that saved them led Strawberry, Cho and Kylie to their room, reminding them again of obeying the rules.
The walk to Deirdre's apartment was somewhat awkward, with Deirdre only wearing a bathrobe and underwear.
"So," the woman said, "What was your reaction to having to gain weight?"
"Well," Deirdre began, "I was shocked. I always had the "ideal" body, and I didn't understand why you couldn't make me fat as a child, or something like that. Why work hard for my figure when I'll have to turn into a human lard tub anyway?"
"You see, Deirdre, our clients can be bastards. Ordering their partners to be perfect, never looking at what you want. I'm the one who made you, in a test tube. If I made you fat because your commissioner wanted you to be, you would know for the rest of your life that everything that is you, came out of a test tube. But because you decided to become fat, you added that to your identity, yourself. You aren't fat because you are, your fat because you wanted to be."
Deirdre smiled, "Yeah but, I didn't know I had a choice."
The woman laughed. "Well, I guess we just make food so good, you cant resist!"
Deirdre chuckled, her chest wobbling dangerously.
"And, hey, Deirdre," the woman said, looking at her straight in the eye, "If things don't turn out well for you, you can come back to to Samwell Institue anytime. I'm a clone myself. When I showed how much of a pig my commisioner was, I was given a place as a lab assistant. Then a scientist, and finally as a master splicer, designing more clones, top of my game. You may think your fucked, bound to some guy for the rest of your life, but your still human. You are you. Ah, here's your room. See you later, during auditions."
Deirdre looked confused. "Auditions?"
"Yeah, in three months. You get to see your commissioner for the first time. Get to show them your theirs, and also that your comfortable with them too. Oh, and hey, call me Vanessa."
"Alright, thanks, Vanessa! You gave me something to think about!"