The Scientist

The Scientist

"Alright, a little bit of this chemical, maybe some more that catalyst," A scientist with long red hair and white skin said as he poured some strange liquids into a beaker. After a deep breath the scientist looked at the aqua blue mixture, "Hopefully this one will work," He said, "I've been working on this food multiplication formula for several months now. It all comes down to this." He said and opened his fridge there sat the leftovers from last night, one barbecue chicken wing. The scientist crept closer in order to put the formula on. As he closed in there was a loud yelping.

"What the!?" The scientist said as he ran toward the noise. The noise came from the back entrance to his lab that was filled with all kinds of gadgets and beakers filled to the brim with liquids. Of course, there was something new. A girl, about the scientists age of 23 was sitting right on her behind. The girl's brown colored skin coupled with her even browner hair made her look like a dream to the man who'd rarely even seen the light of day, or at least looked like it, "Are you okay?"

The girl gave a shocked expression as the scientist approached, "Who are you?"

"I'm a scientist," The white lab coated man said, a little flustered, "You accidentally fell into my lab. I suppose you want me to show you the way out."

"That would be nice," The girl said as the two soon passed the open fridge.

The girls stomach growled as she spied the food, "Are you gonna eat that?"

A flustered look his the face of the long red haired man, "Well, I was about to preform an experiment on it before you dropped in."

"Really?" The girl asked, "What sort of experiment?"

"Its a food multiplication formula,"

The girl had a worried look on her face, "F-Food multiplication?"

"Yes," The scientist began to explain, "You see the formula is design to give food the ability to multiply all on its own. If this is a success I could solve world hunger!"

The girl smiled, "But what if the food can't stop multiplying?"

The scientist thought for a second, "I have an idea on how to slow it down, but I need to know if the multiplication formula works."

"Do you mind if I watch?" The girl inquired.

A crimson blush ran across the scientist's face. Never before had someone request to watch his experiments before, "Uh, sure."

The girl stood back and smiled as the scientist picked up his multiplication formula and put it on the chicken wing. All of a sudden the wing split into two wings, then four, then sixteen, then thirty two.

"It works!" The scientist exclaimed as he jumped for joy, but then he soon realized that the food wouldn't stop multiplying! "Oh no!" He exclaimed.

The dark skinned girl looked at him, "Don't worry! I got this!" She said as she began to dig into the wings. It was strange, she seemed to be eating them faster than they could reproduce. The scientist was beside himself as the woman continued to eat. Her arms had begun to pudgy out as he stomach also followed in suit. The scientist couldn't believe what he was seeing. He ran over to his work table and began to work on a formula.

"Come on..." He said as he looked at the beakers.

"Come where?" The girl asked him as she stopped eating for a second. Her belly had started to become a small mound of flesh as her legs had started to look like tree roots.

The scientist blinked, "No I mean I have to find a way to stop this food from multiplying," he said. He knew she wouldn't want to be this big for a while. What sane girl would? So he added, "Then I'll need to work on a formula to slim you down."

"Are you saying I'm fat?" The girl said and gave him a death glare.

The scientist froze, he had no idea what to say now, "No...actually you look quite beautiful," There was a lot of truth to what the scientist said, at least in his mind. However, he figured the girl hated being big,  "but don't you want to slim down?"

"I enjoy being fat thank you very much!" The girl growled as she stopped eating the chicken wings and marched toward him. Her eyes looked like they were on fire as her fat was ready to crush him. The scientist closed his eyes. He knew the girl was going to crush his scrawny body when he got close and there was no way he was gonna make it out of this alive. Just then he heard panting, "First I'll get your food," The girl huffed, "And then I'll get you!" She wheezed before there was a loud thud. The scientist opened his eyes to see the girl passed out on his floor.

Just then panic set in. There was no way she could die! Not here! Not now! The scientist wouldn't last a day in jail! The scientist looked over and noticed his strength enhancing gloves. He slipped them on and then picked up the girl. He took her to a bed up some stairs and plopped her on it. After he did that he hooked up several machines into order to ensure her safety.

After that he went downstairs where he ferociously worked on a way to counter the formula. He was pretty sure he had just signed his own death warrant.