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<div class="narration">Your feet pound upon the concrete, your eyes flitting back and forth between the path ahead, and the watch on your wrist. You round the corner at speed but are quickly brought to a halt when you collide face-first with an unfortunate salaryman.</div>
<div class="genericDialogue">"Hey! Watch where you're going, lady!"</div>
<div class="narration">He walks off, tutting to himself under his breath about the modern youth, leaving you to pick yourself off from the pavement.
Pulling yourself to your feet, you brush the dust off from your clothes, tidy up your hair and take a moment to reorient yourself.</div>
<div class="monologue">Pull yourself together Marie, no use in showing up to work looking like a nervous wreck.</div>
<span class="narration">Hoping nobody noticed, you adjust your tie and resume your march forward. You might've been running late, but you were going to arrive with dignity. Your strides were long and confident, it made you look serious, businesslike even. </span><span class="L-Neutral">[[At least, that's what you thought.|Page2]]</span>
<<set $TakeFoyerSweet to false>>
<<set $Glut to 0>>
<<set $Milk to 0>>
<<set $Transform to 0>>
<<set $Full to 0>>
<<set $Test2Array to [false,false,false,false,false,false,false,false]>><div class = "narration">With a newfound confidence, you approached the doors to your new office block and strode right up to the front desk. You went straight up to the clerk and said-</div>
<div class = "genericDialogue"> H- he.. u-uhm hello there... sorry to bother you, I'm looking for my lanyard? I was told to... I- I was told I could retrieve it from the front desk?</div>
<div class = "narration">Nothing. No response. Maybe they're just rude, or maybe they simply didn't hear you at all. It wouldn't be a surprise, that was a pretty pathetic display.
You tap the bell on the desk and finallu the clerk turns to meet your gaze.</div>
<div class = "genericDialogue">I- I'm sorry, I'm here to pick up my lanyard?</div>
<div class = "narration">They nod silently, slide back their chair and rummage around in space behind the desk. After a few seconds of muttering and rattling drawers, they spin back around and present you with your [[lanyard.|Lanyard]]
</div>
<div class = "narration">There we go, just as planned. Well, almost.
With that in hand, you'd finally be able to get into the [[main building.|foyer]]</div>
<div class = "narration"> Stood in the foyer, you look around at your surroundings.
[[To your left is the door you came in through.|Entryway]]
[[The lifts are to your right.|Lifts]]
[[Behind you stands the clerk's desk.|Clerk Desk]]
</div><div class = "monologue">
No, not today Marie. Be brave. You're not running away this time.
</div>
<div class = "narration">
Swayed by your own words, you surpress the urge to run back home
and sleep on the sofa for 8 hours.
[[You'd already made it so far, it'd be mad to throw it away now.|foyer]]
</div><div class = "narration">Lanyard in hand, you march toward the lift doors. You swipe the card reader. The door opens, you step forward and press the button for the 15th floor.
The lift quickly starts making its way up the tower block, stopping off at a few floors along the way, and before you know it you're being squeezed into the back wall like a sardine in a tin. Everyone else looked so serious, their faces dry and stern, unmoving as the lift rocked back and forth along its ascent.
You feel the lift slowing down yet again, the overhead crackles to life as it readies the pre-recorded voice clip.</div>
<div class = "genericDialogue">[["Floor 15 - Testing Labs"|Leave Lift]]</div>
<div class = "narration">
Turning back to the clerk's desk, you notice a bowl of foil-wrapped sweets.
<<if $TakeFoyerSweet == false>>Take one?
[[Yes|TakeFoyerSweet]]
[[No|foyer]]
<<else>>
Based on the look the clerk's giving you, you gather it'd be ill-advised to take another.
[[Probably for the best|foyer]]
<</if>>
</div><div class = "narration"><<set $TakeFoyerSweet to true>>
You grab one from the bowl and un-twist the foil casing, revealing the glossy, amber-coloured candy underneath. For a moment you consider marvelling at the colour just a little longer, but you can feel the clerk giving you a weird look so you pop it into your mouth.
It's deceptively hard, you can feel its firm shape and hear it clack against your teeth. It tastes faintly fruit-like.
Not fruity, fruit-like, a sort of sweet, aromatic approximation of natural flavourings, but with a distinctly synthetic tinge to it. Sucking on it, you feel slightly warm, cinnamon flavour perhaps, and after a couple of minutes mulling over the taste, the hard boiled sugar cracked open, spilling a honey-like nectar into your mouth.
You feel a rush of warmth engulf you, your hands buzz faintly and you feel a smile creep up your mouth. Again, you catch sight of the clerk eyeing you weirdly and you try to act natural.
What a bizzarre candy, you thought. It wasn't exactly pleasant, but you couldn't shake an itch to have another...
[[That can wait though, this was already quite enough of a distraction.|foyer]]
</div><div class = "narration">This was your floor. Quickly you rush out of the doors and down the corridor. If you were recalling things properly, your supervisor said they'd meet you in the break room, so while you didn't entirely know the layout of the building, you could just follow the distant smell of brewing coffee.
Turning the corner, you think you've found the place. A minimalistic, open plan kitchen-come-lounge space. It couldn't be anything else, it felt much too casual to be office space, but the stark colours and geometric furniture held it back from feeling truly home-y.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"You're late."</div>
<div class = "narration">A tall, hefty woman in a dark, wine-red suit was sat at the central table, arms crossed and a fierce scowl on her face.
Slowly, she rose to her feet and approached you with an air of authority and menace. The sound of her heels clacking against the vinyl floor filled the air of the otherwise silent room, reminding you of the fact that you were very much alone.
[[This was not going to be fun.|BreakRoom]]</div><div class = "narration"> She stops just shy of a foot away and leans down to meet your gaze. You freeze, clenching every muscle in your body. This was it. You're going to be fired, or worse, publically humiliated in front of your colleagues. This was a disaster, you should never have-</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"You must've got lost, poor thing. You're not the first, I've been telling HR we need clearer signage at every chance I get but they never seem to listen..."</div>
<div class = "narration">She trails off with a furrowed brow before turning back to you with a much softer expression.
</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Oh well, at least you're here. Now, come with me, we've got a busy day ahead for us."</div>
<div class = "narration">She presses her firm hand behind your back and guides you along with her as she marches off down the adjoining corridor.
[[You try to surpress the urge to scream with relief.|Induction]]</div><div class = ""></div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"You're Marie, correct?"</div>
<div class = "narration">You nod.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Good, nice to meet you Marie. My name is Josie and I'll be keeping an eye on you for your first week, making sure you're not left in the lurch and the like.
Now, I'm sure you read all the documents from up-high when you got the job, but just to consolidate things while we've got some time on our hands..."</div>
<div class = "narration">You turn a corner and enter a corridor with a large bay window looking out upon a large industrial space full of pipes, belts and workers in hazmat suits.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Welcome to Unesca. The largest food and drug corporation this side of the Atlantic. If you can find it on a shelf, either we've made it, or we supplied the materials. Impressive, no?"</div>
<div class = "narration">You nod again, taken aback by the size of everything. You knew you'd be working on an industrial estate, but you didn't realise quite the magnitude of everything until just now.
After a few minutes of trying to keep pace with this machine of a woman, she suddenly goes quiet, stops dead in her tracks and turns to you.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">Now, I wouldn't normally ask this of a new hire, but there's some product testing I really need dealt with today. Problem is, I've had multiple people call in sick this morning, and nobody else is willing to volunteer... Are you hungry by chance?</div>
<div class = "narration">You stammer, caught a little off-guard by the question, but after skimping on breakfast, your stomach is more than happy to answer for you.
[[She smiles and nods before you leading a few feet more down the corridor and into a white, tiled room.|Test-101]]</div><div class = "narration">The room was stark, pale and remarkably spacious, the double doors you'd entered through seeming almost comically broad. In the center stood a table, a single chair tucked in to it. A grey, metallic stool sat in the corner with a clipboard resting on top.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Come on then, sit down and make yourself comfortable."</div>
<div class = "narration">You do as she says, parking your rear in the cold vinyl seat, resting your hands tentatively on the table's surface while she fiddles with a couple of buttons in the recess.
After a couple of moments muttering to herself, a panel in the wall slides open and she pulls out a tray.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"So, I'll be needing you to do some... product testing. We've got some new food items we need tasting, think of it like preliminary research before we go on to public trials, yeah?"</div>
<div class = "narration">She smiles to you as she places a small plate in front of you. It's a custard tart.
You hesitate, this isn't exactly how you expected your first day on the job to start, but eventually your hunger gets the better of you. Grasping it in one hand, you take a bite, then another...
[[and then just like that, it's all gone.|Test-102]]
</div>
<div class = "narration">Chewing it some more, you find yourself conflicted.
Although the pastry feels exactly as you expected, the taste just isn't quite right...
It's not bad? But definitely not custard.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">So, what do you think?</div>
<div class = "narration">Thinking for a moment, you eventually feel a word coming to mind:</div>
<div class = "lactate">[["Creamy"|Test-103]]</div>
<div class = "transform">[["Strange"|Test-113]]</div>
<div class = "gluttony">[["Moreish"|Test-123]]</div>
Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.<<set $Milk to $Milk + 1>>
<div class = "lactateDialogue">"Yeah, creamy. The custard's very rich, quite sticky but at least it's not sickly I suppose?"</div>
<div class = "narration">As you finish speaking, Josie picks up the clipboard from the stool and scribbles down some notes.</div>
<div class = "lactate">Maybe it's the nerves, or the air temperature, but you're feeling a little... tight chested. Nothing major, of course, but there's definitely a slight squeezing sensation around your ribs.
Thinking nothing of it, you jostle in your seat until the sensation goes away.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">Fantastic Marie. Simply excellent you're off to a strong start, so let's keep this going, shall we?
</div>
<div class = "narration">Setting down the clipboard, she approaches the wall panel again and knocks on it politely.
Then, just as before, [[it slides open.|Test-200]]</div><<set $Transform to $Transform + 1>>
<div class = "transformDialogue">"It's certainly... interesting? There's something in there, I can't quite put my finger on it. Is it raspberry? Mango? Coffee? Lychee perhaps?"</div>
<div class = "narration">In any case, whatever it was, you weren't working it out soon. Josie nods slowly, scribbling notes intently as you talk.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Most of your guesses were fruit, and yet you said coffee. Why was that?"</div>
<div class = "transformDialogue">"Well uh... I suppose I feel a little jittery after eating it? I'm rather sensitive to caffeine so I figured maybe that was why?"</div>
<div class = "narration">She nods again and writes down yet more notes.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Well that certainly is... interesting.
Shall we continue?"</div>
<div class = "narration">Setting down the clipboard, she approaches the wall panel again and gives it a thump.
Then, just as before, [[it slides open.|Test-200]]</div>
<<set $Glut to $Glut + 1>>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Moreish you say? No comments on the taste? The texture?</div>
<div class = "gluttonyDialogue">"Not really, no it was quite unremarkable. If anything, I feel less full than I did before."</div>
<div class = "narration">With a smile, Josie quickly scratches down some notes before knocking on the wall panel she'd produced the first item from.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Well in that case, let's try and fill you back up."</div>
<div class = "narration">Just as before, [[the wall slid open.|Test-200]]</div><div class = "narration">Leaning into the alcove, Josie exchanges some muffled words with someone out of your view. You can't make out her words, but she sounds laid back so you figure it's nothing worth worrying about.
Then, she pulls a tray out from inside the alcove and sets it down in front of you, this time with a small collection of items on it.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Now, we've got a few more for you to test out. Don't worry we've got plenty of time, just start with whatever you think looks best, yeah?"</div>
<div class = "narration">Looking down in front of you, you're met with a menagerie of pastry, candies and nibbles in an assortment of colours.
</div>
<<if $Glut == 1>>
<div class = "gluttony">You feel your mouth salivate a little at the sight of it all.</div>
<</if>>
<div class = "narration">
[[The challenge would be knowing where to start.|Test-2-Terminal]]</div><div class = "narration">
<<if $Full >= 5>>
Oh dear, you're starting to feel a little too full to continue, and a little queasy to boot.
[[Best to tell Josie.|Forced-End-Terminal]]
<<else>>
Looking down at the spread before you, you see:
<<if $Test2Array[0] == false>>[[A blackcurrant tart|Test2-A-Confirm]] <</if>>
<<if $Test2Array[2] == false>>[[A custard danish|Test2-C-Confirm]] <</if>>
<<if $Test2Array[3] == false>>[[An odd-looking fruit jelly|Test2-D-Confirm]]<</if>>
<<if $Test2Array[4] == false>>[[A white chocolate cookie|Test2-E-Confirm]]<</if>>
<<if $Test2Array[5] == false>>[[A sugar-dusted jam donut|Test2-F-Confirm]]<</if>>
<<if $Test2Array[6] == false>>[[An eclair|Test2-G-Confirm]]<</if>>
<<if $Test2Array[7] == false>>[[A decently big slice of apple pie|Test2-H-Confirm]]<</if>>
<<if $Full >=4>>
...On second thoughts, you're starting to feel quite full.
[[It might be best to quit before things get uncomfortable.|Choose-End-Terminal]]<</if>>
<</if>>
</div><div class = "narration">
It's a small blackcurrant tart.
A crinkled shortcrust pastry border holding in a deep, glossy indgo jam.
It almost looked too good to eat.
[[Almost.|Test2-A-Consume]]
[[Perhaps not?|Test-2-Terminal]]
</div><div class = "narration">
[[Test2-B-Consume]]
</div><div class = "narration">
Danish pastries always caught your fancy. The colours and shapes were always so inviting when lined up behind the glass countertop. This one was no different.
Glazed pastry, vibrant yellow custard and a drizzle of icing, simply delightful.
[[Time to get stuck in.|Test2-C-Consume]]
[[Or maybe something else?|Test-2-Terminal]]
</div><div class = "narration">
A small, red jelly sat on the plate, surface glistening in the light.
The way it wobbled almost seemed expectant. You knew that made no sense, but that was the impression you got. It looked kinda cute?
[[Might as well give it a go.|Test2-D-Consume]]
[[It can wait.|Test-2-Terminal]]
</div><div class = "narration">
It was a white chocolate cookie. Judging by looks there was nothing more to it really.
Nicely baked, seemed fresh too, but other than that there wasn't anything that exciting.
[[Maybe something else instead.|Test-2-Terminal]]
[[Can't go wrong with that, right?|Test2-E-Consume]]
</div><div class = "narration">
Ah the modest jam donut. Simple. Honest. The subject of playground challenges.
This looked like a good one too.
[[Enough words, time to eat!|Test2-F-Consume]]
[[On second thought...|Test-2-Terminal]]
</div><div class = "narration">
Come to think of it, you don't recall ever actually eating an eclair.
They were always too expensive at the bakers, and shop bought ones never really seemed that appealing.
[[There's a first time for everything.|Test2-G-Consume]]
[[It can wait a while longer.|Test-2-Terminal]]
</div>Double-click this passage to edit it.<<set $Test2Array[0] to true>> <<set $Glut to $Glut + 1>> <<set $Milk to $Milk + 2>> <<set $Transform to $Transform + 3>> <<set $Full to $Full + 1>>
<div class = "narration">You pull the plate towards you and delicately pick up the small silver fork sat on it. In what felt like an act of vandalism, you plunge it into the inky center and pry off a small morsel to taste.
A cool, smooth sensation washes through your mouth, filling it with a gentle sweetness. This peace is cut short however as a piercingly sour aftertaste arrests your tastebuds, causing you to visibly wince. </div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Oh dear, sour is it?"</div>
<div class = "narration">You nod reluctantly with a grimace. That being said, it can't have been wholly unpleasant, because you find yourself returning for another bite.
Once more, the soft juicy flavour fills your mouth before being quickly being overcome by the biting aftermath. In an effort to cut the discomfort short, you take another bite, and then another as that one wears thin, continuing through the pastry until there was nothing left.</div>
<div class = "transform">By the time you finished, you expected to take the full brunt of the aftertaste, but curiously, no. Instead, you found that your mouth tasted delightfully sweet, and continued to do so for a fair while after. You a little something dripping down your chin, and dab it off with a napkin. Just a bit of blackcurrant juice.</div>
<div class = "narration">
Josie seems to be watching you intently, taking slow and methodical notes without breaking eye contact.
[[It was a touch unnerving, but you figure she's just doing her job.|Test-2-Terminal]]
</div><<set $Test2Array[1] to true>>
<<set $Glut to $Glut + 0>>
<<set $Milk to $Milk + 3>>
<<set $Transform to $Transform + 2>>
<<set $Test2Array[2] to true>><<set $Glut to $Glut + 1>><<set $Milk to $Milk + 3>><<set $Transform to $Transform + 2>> <<set $Full to $Full + 1>>
<div class = "narration">
Grasping it at one end, you pick up the pastry and bring it to your mouth, biting into the golden crush.
Just as expected, it was fantastic.
You try your best to resist wolfing it down, but based on the smile on Josie's face you were clearly tearing through it with quite some enthusiasm.
</div>
<div class = "lactate"> The custard was rich and dense, feeling heavy as it slid down your throat. For something so light, it was surprisingly filling.</div>
<div class = "narration">
Satisfied, you sit back and give Josie some feedback to take note of.
[[Now, on to the next.|Test-2-Terminal]]
</div><<set $Test2Array[3] to true>> <<set $Glut to $Glut + 2>> <<set $Milk to $Milk + 1>> <<set $Transform to $Transform + 3>> <<set $Full to $Full + 1>>
<div class = "narration">You pick up the spoon and give it a cautious poke.
It dances and undulates for a while until you decide to get to business and dive the fork straight in.
You take the chunk of jelly and slide it onto your tongue. It's very sweet, too much so if anything, an obnoxious sweet sensation filling your mouth and wafting up your nose.</div>
<div class = "transform">Setting down the fork, you stare back at the jelly disdainfully and push it away. The incessant fruit-adjacent taste was still lingering in your mouth like nothing else you'd ever tasted.</div>
<div class = "narration">
You ask Josie for a glass of water. She passes you one and takes a few notes while you gulp back the liquid with a grimace.
Thankfully it cleansed your pallette and you're more than ready to move on with the tasting.
[[Anything would do at this point.|Test-2-Terminal]]
</div><<set $Test2Array[4] to true>> <<set $Glut to $Glut + 2>> <<set $Milk to $Milk + 3>> <<set $Transform to $Transform + 1>> <<set $Full to $Full + 1>>
<div class = "narration">Picking it up, you sink your teeth into it without much thought.
It's soft, and breaks off easy. Still warm, the chocolate oozes out of the cavities in the baked dough.</div>
<div class = "lactateDialogue">"Mmfff thish is sho good!</div>
<div class = "narration">You catch yourself off guard with the sudden outburt, but there was no denying it. This was good. In fact, you'd gladly eat a whole mound of them if there were more. Unfortunately, this was the only one, so it'd have to do.
[[Oh well, there was still plenty other things to eat.|Test-2-Terminal]]
</div><<set $Test2Array[5] to true>> <<set $Glut to $Glut + 3>> <<set $Milk to $Milk + 1>> <<set $Transform to $Transform + 3>> <<set $Full to $Full + 1>>
<div class = "narration">This brought you back to your school days...
"The donut challenge" it was called. Turn of the millenium schoolkids weren't exactly known for their creative names. Names aside, the challenge went that you had to eat the whole thing without licking your lips. It always sounds easy but you had many the failed attempt in your early years.
Thinking about your physique lately, perhaps a few too many.
Brushing past the self-image issues, you try to wrap your mouth around the donut to take a bite. It was a shallow bite, not quite reaching the center, but the sugar dusting left your mouth caked in powder.
Amused, you think about trying to reenact the challenge.
[[Yeah, why not?|Test2-F-Y]]
[[Nah, not worth it.|Test2-f-N]]
</div><<set $Test2Array[6] to true>> <<set $Glut to $Glut + 3>> <<set $Milk to $Milk + 3>> <<set $Transform to $Transform + 1>> <<set $Full to $Full + 1>>
<div class = "narration"> Intrigued, you grab the eclair and ferry it to your mouth, trying to avoid dripping cream on your legs. Your hands must clearly be quite warm, because the chocolate on top begins to melt under your touch.
You sink your teeth into the pastry and immediately your mouth fills with sweet, fluffy cream. It was quite overwhelming and you struggle to gulp it down, but once you finished off the mouthful you're thoroughly impressed.</div>
<div class = "gluttony"> Eagerly, you return to the pastry, taking one more bite. Then another, and another, until it was all gone.
Disappointed to be done so soon, you suck the chocolate ganache from your fingers and cling on to the faint memory of the taste still lingering on your tongue. </div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"So you liked it then?"</div>
<div class = "genericDialogue">"Yes heh... was it that obvious?"</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Just a little, no shame in it though. This is good feedback after all!"</div>
<div class = "narration">You laugh to yourself as Josie takes her notes, and try to avoid feeling too embarrassed in the moment. It was a bit silly to get so worked up over a small pastry after all.</div>
<div class = "gluttony">
[[That being said, you wouldn't mind another...|Test-2-Terminal]]</div><div class = "narration">
A rather generous slice of apple pie sat before you, a charming tuft of whipped cream perched on its top.
It reminded you of your grandma's home cooking.
[[Time to dig in.|Test2-H-Consume]]
[[Not right now.|Test-2-Terminal]]
</div><<set $Test2Array[7] to true>> <<set $Glut to $Glut + 3>> <<set $Milk to $Milk + 2>> <<set $Transform to $Transform + 2>> <<set $Full to $Full + 1>>
<div class = "narration">Eagerly, you pull the plate over and dig into the slice of pie.
The pastry had a delightfully sweet and buttery taste, the stewed apples cutting through with a sharp and yet still treacle-sweet flavour. It was heavenly, easily blowing your old grandma's cooking out of the water, and then some.</div>
<div class = "gluttony">It wasn't just tasty, though it was downright compelling.
You blazed through the slice before you without even realising and soon you are left sat there, staring at the crumb-speckled porceilain with a dejected frown.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Are you ok there Marie?"</div>
<div class = "genericDialogue">"Oh- um yes... sorry I'm just-"</div>
<div class = "narration">You pause, a little ashamed to ask, but you can't stop yourself.</div>
<div class = "gluttonyDialogue">"Is there any more?"</div>
<div class = "narration">[[Josie smiles to herself and knocks on the wall panelling once more.|Test2-H-2]]</div><div class = "narration">The wall slides open, and Josie leans in to exchange words with an unknown presence on the other side. She shares a laugh with them before retreating into the room again.
This time, holding the remainder of the pie.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"I'm not supposed to do this really, but how can I say no to a face like that?"</div>
<div class = "narration">Again, Josie chuckles to herself and sets down the pie dish infront of you. You don't know what to make of that, but in all brutal honesty...</div>
<div class = "gluttony">That wasn't on your mind right now.
You reach for the dish, fork in hand and joyfully march your way from one side to the other, chomping down enthusiastically on each forkful and mewling happily to yourself as you go.</div>
<div class = "narration">Though, just as with the single slice before it, the rest of the pie was also finite. Disappointed, and more than a little ashamed at your gluttonous outburst, you give your feedback to a quietly smiling Josie.
You didn't quite understand why, but that could wait for a while longer.
[[Now, what's next?|Test-2-Terminal]]</div><div class = "narration">Sure, what's the harm in a little bit of fun?
Not wasting time, you take another bite, making about half of the way through, getting a mouthful of thick, sweet jam. The remaining jam oozed out of the dough, running down your hand at a glacial pace.
Quickly you tried to lap it up, making sure to not touch your lips.
This wasn't working, you were just making a mess. Not just that, but Josie was looking at you like you were a madwoman. It seemed like the easiest course of action was to cram the whole thing in and finish it in one go.</div>
<div class = "gluttony">
With the donut gone, you try to regain a bit of dignity. You'd never really eaten anything in such a frantic fashion before. Weirdly it was kinda entertaining, you think, before quickly burying that thought and all its possible implications.
</div>
<div class = "narration">
You dab the last of the powdered sugar from your chin and settle youself.
[[There was still more to do.|Test-2-Terminal]]</div><div class = "narration"> You'd make too much of a fool of yourself, in front of a senior colleague too, no less.
Grasping the donut, you realise that perhaps you wouldn't be able to finish it without making a mess after all. Powdered sugar shed off in small clumps, leaving white dusty marks all over your hands and sleeves.
Carefully, you try to wrap your lips around it and take a bite.
</div>
<div class = "gluttony">Thick, sweet jam flows from the bite like a wound and begins to trickle down your hand. Without a napkin to hand you gulp down your mouthful and try to lap up the spill, guzzling down fruit preserve, giving it much less time than the surprisingly nuanced flavours really ought to be given.</div>
<div class = "narration">
You swallow the final mouthful and give your review to Josie. She notes your response with an intent fascination, seeming to study your face as you spoke. You're not sure what to make of that fact.
Regardless, you'd given your opinion, and the donut had been disposed of.
[[Perhaps the next sample would be an easier affair...|Test-2-Terminal]]
</div>
Double-click this passage to edit it.<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Oh, are you sure Marie? There's only a few left, you've been so helpful already, I just need a couple more."</div>
<div class = "narration">You pause for a moment and think.
Can you bare to take just a few more?
[[Yeah, give it a go.|Test-2-Terminal]]
[[No, this was too rough.|Choose-2-End-Terminal]]
</div><div class = "genericDialogue">"I- I'm really sorry Josie, I can't... I can't go any further, I'm feeling a bit-"</div>
<div class = "narration">You take slow, gulping breaths as your overstuffed stomach groans with frustration at it's current situation.
Nodding slowly, Josie sets down her clipboard and approaches the table you're seated at and puts her hand on your shoulder.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Of course, I won't push you any further, just one final thing to deal with, yeah?"</div>
<div class = "narration">She sits down across from you and pulls up her clipboard and leafs through the sheets for a while before turning her gaze back towards you. You squirm a little as you feel your shirt dig into your bloated stomach and try to avoid thinking about you look a few months pregnant.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"As with any good trial, we need to do a debrief at the end, just to make sure we're all on the same page. You ok with that?"</div>
<div class = "narration">You nod slowly, trying your best to focus on her words. [[That sounded quite doable for now.|Debrief-1]]</div><div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Well that's a shame. Can't fault you though, I'd struggle to finish this all off myself. And let me tell you I can-"</div>
<div class = "narration">Rather sharply, Josie cuts herself off. Possibly before she says something she'd regret. You'd never find out though because she quickly moves on to another subject.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"If that's all we're able to get through then I'll need to do a quick debrief with you, then we can get on with the rest of the induction, yeah?"</div>
<div class = "narration">[[Sure, let's get on with it.|Debrief-1]]</div><div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Fantastic! This will get a little boring in places but please do bare with me, this is all important legal stuff and I'd hate for this to land us in trouble, y'know?"</div>
<div class = "narration">You try your best to keep up, but Josie has clearly been down this road more than a few times because she's reading out words you'd never even heard before as easily as she was breathing the air itself.
Eventually she slows down as she reaches what appears to be the last page of the required documents.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Now, because of the nature of our work here at Unesca, some of the testing items will contain flavourings, ingredients or additives that are...
-well let's just say they may have some, um, undocumented effects.
In the interest of your safety - as well as future academic research - it's vitally important that you pay attention for this final question, Marie.
I do hope you understand what I'm telling you, yes?"</div>
<div class = "narration">[[You nod.|Debrief-2]]</div><div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Are you experiencing anything abnormal after consuming these products? It can be anything at all, please do tell me.</div>
<div class = "narration">
You think to yourself and concentrate on discerning an answer:
[["No I feel fine actually."|End-000]]
</div>
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<<if $Glut >= 10>>[["I'm starting to feel hungry again."|End-010]]<</if>>
</div>
<div class = "lactate">
<<if $Milk >= 10>>[["My chest does feel kinda tight actually..."|End-020]]<</if>>
</div>
<div class = "transform">
<<if $Transform >= 10>>[["I'm feeling tingly, sluggish too."|End-030]]<</if>>
</div><div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Really? Nothing at all?"</div>
<div class = "genericDialogue">"Yeah, I feel fine. Nothing weird, at least nothing persistent."</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Oh good. That is a relief."</div>
<div class = "narration">Josie wipes her brow with the back of her hand and dusts herself off. She seems a bit surprised by your response, and more than a little relieved, almost like she was expecting something to have gone wrong.
For a moment you feel a cold sensation wash over you.
If she feared the worst, just what exactly had you agreed to put inside yourself?</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Well, if that's all well and good, I'll pass on these feedback results to QA and we can get on with the rest of your induction yeah?"</div>
<div class = "narration">She trots happily over to the panel in the wall and gives it a firm knock. As expected, it slides open. She leans in to the opening and she passes the clipboard through to a figure on the other side. She gives them a jovial wave before withdrawing and turning back toward you, her face beaming ear to ear.
She gestures for you to get up and follow her.
[[So you do.|End-001]]</div>
Double-click this passage to edit it.<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Already? Marie I admire your appetite but how can you be hungry you've-"</div>
<div class = "gluttony">Your groaning stomach cuts her words off with startling clarity.
Turning to look at Josie, you see she's furrowed her brow, clearly deep in thought. Well, it would be clear to you, but you're starting to feel your thoughts become clouded by a foggy sensation as the hunger pangs rapidly worsen.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Oh good grief I know what's this is. I'm so sorry Marie, I should've seen this coming.
Give me just one minute dear, I'll be right with you in just a moment."</div>
<div class = "narration">She lunges for the hatch and gives it a hefty whack. Then another. And a third for good measure. It slides open as per usual and she exchanges some hurried words with whoever was unfortunate enough to be stood on the other side.</div>
<div class = "gluttony">All the while your stomach ached and groaned, your mouth starting to become soggy with drool.</div>
<div class = "narration">You couldn't quite make out what she was saying the whole time, but in between sounds of muffled outrage, you definitely heard "revised diet supplement", "fucking embarrassment" and "I'll make you test them yourself next time you-". That last one was cut off by the churning of your stomach but you didn't exactly need to be a genius to choose some sort of word to fill in the blanks with.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"I'm so sorry Marie, I really am. Some moron in RnD didn't understand the difference between "maximum dose" and "recommended dose" on one of our nutritional... uh... enhancers I suppose you could call it? A-anyway don't worry it's... uh- Well it's not permanent.
Not any more at least, we worked out a lot of the kinks after a few incidents in- Oh whatever it doesn't matter. Just know that you're in safe hands, and I'll make sure you're ok. Yeah?"</div>
<div class = "narration">She pulls up the chair across from you.
[[She seems serious.|End-011]]</div><div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Oh christ you're not allergic to peanuts are you? Bloody hell I should have asked, I can call a medic if you-"</div>
<div class = "lactateDialogue">"No, no I can breathe fine, my shirt just feels a bit... snug? I guess? Like it's-"</div>
<div class = "narration">Looking down you notice that your shirt buttons seem quite strained. That's weird, you thought, there's no way this thing shrunk in the wash, it felt perfectly fine earlier. It wouldn't make any sense for you to start feeling it now.</div>
<div class = "lactate">It was then that you noticed two... soggy patches on your shirt, at chest-level no less. Touching the fabric, they were sopping wet to the touch, as were the layers underneath. Clearly catching on, Josie offers you her jacket and motions for you to get up.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Don't worry, I've seen this happen before. Follow me."</div>
<div class = "narration">You pull the jacket around you, just barely wrapping around you. With each passing moment it felt like the shirt was tightening. From what you could surmise, it was not the shirt that was the problem.
Hurriedly, you scurry behind Josie, trying your best to keep pace while maintaining your dignity, though you could very faintly hear the sound of threads creaking and you felt more than a little... sloshy.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Alright, this is the place. Come on, let's get you taken care of."</div>
<div class = "narration">You weren't quite sure why Josie had taken you to the employee shower block, but at this point it wasn't worth questioning it. [[You'd just have to trust her.|End-021]]
</div><div class = "supervisorDialogue">"That's interesting... I can't say I've heard that one before. Maybe we should get you down to the lab for-"</div>
<div class = "narration">Josie's words are cut off sharply as she turns her gaze back toward you. Her face is one of confusion, fasination, and a tiny amount of amusement.</div>
<div class = "transformDialogue">"What? What is it? Have I got something on my face? Hey come on! Tell me!"</div>
<div class = "narration">In your distressed flapping you raise your hand to your face to wipe off a bead of sweat from your forehead. But, in the last moment you catch a glimpse of the back of your hand.
It's... well, it's blue. At first you panic that you're losing circulation, but your skin is still warm, and checking your pulse reveals you're doing perfectly fine. Well, not exactly fine, but you could rule out a few things.
That didn't make anything easier though, squeezing the skin, your hand felt puffy, looking more than a little swollen. Pulling up your sleeve, you see that the rest of your arm, and presumably much of the rest of you, has turned a deepening shade of indigo.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Well this is exciting. I've never seen something like this. Come on, up you get, we need to get you to the lab. Just to be safe, yeah?"</div>
<div class = "transform">Eager to see this matter come to a swift end, you stand up, staggering as you find your sense of balance somewhat off-kilter. A quick inspection behind you would explain why.
Somehow, unbeknownst to you, the chair you'd been sat in had become wedged around your rear. Now, while you'd be the first to admit you weren't exactly the slimmest of people around, you certainly didn't have hips this... generous. With a bit of persuasion, you manage to tug yourself free of the chair and stumble through the door after Josie.
It was only now you were in motion that you realised how bloated you had got. Eat footstep felt more uncertan than the last, your clothes feeling more and more constricting by the minute.
[[This was getting a little out of hand.|End-031]]</div><<set $TakeFoyerSweet to false>>
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[[Test-2-Terminal]] <div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Again, a thousand thanks for doing this Marie. You might not have finished off the whole lot, but you've got no idea how much pressure you've taken off my back by doing this for me. I'll find a way to pay you back, you have my word."</div>
<div class = "narration">She leads you back into the corridor, further into the building, talking your ear off about the myriad ways she's being pushed, pulled and twisted around by her superiors. Eventually the two of you reach a large set of swing doors.
Smiling to you, Josie grabs you by the hand and strides forward with you in tow.
The rest of the day was, quite frankly, a blur. Setting up your new deskspace, meeting your new associates, sitting in on your first meeting, it all moved so fast. But much to your relief, at every step of the way, Josie loomed large over your shoulder, helping you keep pace.
You'd only learn this in the much later weeks, but Josie wasn't just a long-standing peer from the office floor, she was in a senior position many miles beyond your spot in the corporate rat-race.
But after today's debacle, you'd struck quite the bond with her. Going forward the two of you were thick as thieves.It was good to have friends in high places.
[[Even if it was by accident.|End-00-Final]]</div><div class = "narration">Ending 1 - Social Climber.
Somehow, you managed to avoid any adverse side effects.
I wonder what it'd be like if you weren't so fortunate.
Thank you so much for playing!
[[Start again.|Start]]
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<<set $Milk to 0>>
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<div class = "monologue">
Blah blah blah, who needs an intro?
[[Let's get to it.|Test-101]]
</div><div class = "supervisorDialogue">"I am going to be plain with you. We fucked up. And, to the best of our knowledge, the only way out of this mess is to keep you fed until the symptoms wear out."</div>
<div class = "gluttony">At the mention of food, you feel something stir in your mind and you perk up a great deal.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Now I don't know the science of it, seems half the people who work with this muck don't either. Chemists am I right? Ha...anyways, the only way to get you back to a clear state of mind is to uh... well we have to give your body what it wants. Do you get what I'm saying?"</div>
<div class = "gluttony">You nod dumbly, spraying a few droplets of drool across the table. The prospect of getting to cram your face begins to squeeze out any other thoughts. Worry? Confusion? Concerns about lax employment safety regulations? Nah, not important, Josie was telling you to EAT.</div>
<div class = "narration">She gives you a pity-stricken smile as she stands up to respond to the very anxious man hunched behind the opened wall panel. Shooting him a murderous glare, she yanks the tray from his hands and sets it down in front of you.
It was, much to your mindless delight, utterly stacked with food. All kinds, all flavours, all massive.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Well Marie, dig in I suppose. Let's hope we only need a few of these to get you back to normal."</div>
<div class = "gluttony">You didn't much care for the minutia of the situation, it was time to give your desperate body what it wanted, diet be damned. Lunging for what could best be described as a "mound" of food items, you let loose in a display that was nigh on bestial. Gulping, munching and groaning as you crammed a dense slurry down your insatiable gullet.</div>
<div class = "narration">A more... shall we say "aware" onlooker would have overheard Josie grumble to herself about how this "would look disasterous on the quarterly report" and that this was "the diner incident all over again". You, however, were blissfully unaware of anything outside of a few feet infront of your face.
[[And would remain that way for quite some time.|End-01-Final]]</div><div class = "gluttony">
Ending 2 - An Expensive Liability.</div>
<div class = "narration">
Looks like someone can't keep the appetite in check, huh?
Well, with a bit of persuasion from mysterious goop at least. Then again, who wouldn't be.
Thank you so much for playing!
[[Start again.|Start]]
[[Quick start.|Quickstart]] (Takes you right to the custard tart scene.)
</div><div class = "narration">Josie hurried you into one of the shower cubicles with a hurried yet gentle push and shut the door quietly behind her. Surprisingly, the cubicle was big. More than big. In fact there was easily enough room for at least another five people to stand comfortably in here. The perks of a high paying job, huh?</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Now I really am sorry about this Marie, but I need to ask you to remove your shirt. I know, this is the height of unprofessional behaviour, but I wouldn't ask if it wasn't in your best interests. Promise."</div>
<div class = "narration">Judging by the pained sympathy writ large across her face, you took her at her word. Fidgety hands unfastened the suit buttons and slipped of the cotton suit-shirt off, perching it on the clothes hook on the cubicle wall.
</div>
<div class = "lactate">Now that your shirt was removed, you could really start to grasp the nature of the problem.
Quite plainly, your tits had doubled in size, now spilling over your best bra like a rising tide of pale, quivering flesh. Not to mention the fact that they were leaking a steady stream of milky liquid, seeping through the fabric, now starting to drizzle down your belly.
Cautiously, you waggle your arms behind you and manage to unhook the clasp, letting them swing free.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Thanks Marie, I'll try to make this as fast and straightforward as possible, ok?"</div>
<div class = "narration">Stepping toward you, she reached out her hand. You brace yourself and nod anxiously. [[At this point, nothing could surprise you.|End-022]]
</div><div class = "narration">You feel the pressure of Josie's hand against your back. Between this and the sympathetic half-smile on her face, you felt a smidge of reassurance. A feeling that would very quickly be interrupted by a sharp yanking sensation on your right nipple.
</div>
<div class = "lactateDialogue">"HEY OW! WHAT THE HELL?"</div>
<div class = "narration"> Josie responds with a swift hushing noise and a desperately apologetic grimace. She mouths a silent apollogy to you as you massage the skin, now red and agitated as well as slick with liquid.
</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"I'm so sorry, please try not to make too much noise. I know I said we could handle this, but truth be told it's not something that I have to deal with often. There's not exactly a protocol for... well... this. You know?
If it's alright with you, I'm going to try again. I'll be gentler I promise, just please try and stay relaxed, it'll make this go by much faster."</div>
<div class = "narration">You nod and feel her hand wrap around the other teat. For a moment you feel yourself tense in anticipation of another agonising tug. Instead, all you felt was a gentle pressure and the slightest pull on the skin, quickly followed by the trickling sound of liquid spurting out onto the cubicle floor. </div>
<div class = "lactate">Once more, she pulled, a little firmer this time, but only by a small margin, and once more you found yourself overcome with relief. This was in part, obviously, due to the absence of pain, but also because you were starting to feel a semblance of relief from a pressure you were hitherto trying to ignore outright.
Again Josie squeezed, and again the relief came, then again, and again. Soon she built up a rhythm, the quiet ecstacy of release fogging your thoughts and clouding your senses.
Starting to get lost in the sensation, you let out a quiet whimper with each tug. Something you'd later go on to find deeply humiliating, but in this moment you were too lost in your own haze to bother with such matters.</div>
<div class = "narration">After an unknown span of time, you could feel yourself, thankfully, returning to normal. There was still a fair while to go before you were fully... purged, but from what you could both discern, the problem wasn't getting any worse.
Though, truth be told you were a little conflicted. On one hand, you were starting to feel quite enamoured with the experience, but on the other, this was quite the hassle, and Josie was starting to complain of hand cramp.
This was certainly a unique start to your working relationship. While neither of you ever spoke of this moment again, you could see it in her eyes. An ember of shame? Understanding? Maybe even fondness, you never did have the guts to find out.
[[Not for a long while, at least.|End-02-Final]]</div><div class = "lactate">Ending 3 - Shower Room Shenanigans</div>
<div class = "narration">
What happens in the Unesca shower block stays in the Unesca shower block.
Let's just hope they've got a good plumber.
Thank you so much for playing!
[[Start again.|Start]]
[[Quick start.|Quickstart]] (Takes you right to the custard tart scene.)
</div><div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Come on, keep up that pace, we're nearly there."</div>
<div class = "transform">While it would have been easy to smile and nod like your usual compliant self, the sharp pinging noise of your buttoned fly splitting open didn't exactly leave you in an agreeable state of mind.
</div>
<div class = "transformDialogue">"That's easy for you to say, you're not the one who can't- ugh... see her toes!"</div>
<div class = "narration">Just as you finish your outburts, Josie stops her forward march and slowly turns to you, an incredulous smirk across her face.
In the depths of your soul, you feel an undeniable, bottomless dread start to churn. Your moment of white-hot indignation immediately quenched by the cold stare of your senior. You've fucked up. You didn't mean to lash out, a fact you're more than eager to bleat over and and over as she strides back toward you. It was a mistake, you knew it, you never handled distress very well.
[[This was one of those times you wished you'd kept your trap well shut.|End-032]]</div><div class = "transform">
Josie was, however, utterly indifferent to your plea. A cruel snarl in her eyes as she slowly sunk her finger into the quivering violet orb of a gut that hung low from the cleft in your trousers. It felt... well it didn't hurt exactly? It wasn't pleasant either, kind of like the dull crackling feeling of electric you'd get after bashing the soft spot in your elbow.
You yelped as her finger continued to sink into the flesh, further and further, the tingling becoming a quiet buzz, then a sudden, brimming sensation as a trickle of dark purple juice seemed out of your navel.</div>
<div class = "supervisorDialogue">"Now, I think I misheard you there, Marie. Would you like to try that one again? Marie. Well? I'm sure you wouldn't be so rude to your superior officer. Marie."</div>
<div class = "transform">Each repetition of your name was punctuated by another jab to the gut, squeezing juice out from within, drizzling down the surface of your gut and soaking the desperately strained fabric of your trousers.
You look up at her, eyes locking with hers. You were terrified. Either of her, or for what would become of you if this quite frankly degrading charade continued. Maybe both, you thought, but with your mind racing at a million miles per minute you weren't exactly going to try and work that out now.
It was just as you were trying to formulate a proper, careful response that your now woefully swollen legs wrested themselves free from the cruel confines of your trousers. The shock caused them to buckle and you tumbled to the floor. Slipping on the puddle at your feet, you kicked up quite the spray of juice as you fell.
You saw how it caught the light from the fluorescent tubing in the ceiling. It was rather pretty, actually. The pale violent twinkling and glistening as it arced through the air. First up, toward the light, then back down. Right toward Josie. More specifically, onto her suit.</div>
<div class = "narration">Her eyes met yours again as you slammed against the floor, her trim red suit now speckled with purple.
[[You recall something your ol' grandma told you back when you were knee-high.|End-033]]</div>
<div class = "transform">Ending 4 - Bad First Impression</div>
<div class = "narration">
After finally being returned to your normal self, Josie seemed quite relieved.
You did spend the rest of the year working out of the broom closet though.
Thank you so much for playing!
[[Start again.|Start]]
[[Quick start.|Quickstart]] (Takes you right to the custard tart scene.)
</div><div class = "monologue">"There are two types of angry people in this world Marie. Some, most in fact, are loud. They will scream, they will cuss, and they'll fling their toys from their pram. They might seem scary, they might be the loudest, but at the very least you'll know they're lashing out in the only way they know."
"The last thing you want is to upset someone and for them to go quiet. Because then you know they are not only utterly furious with you, but also fully lucid. There's no telling how they might exact revenge."
</div>
<div class = narration>
Josie glared at you, eyes wide. Her fists were clenched, slim red lips pursed in a tight grimace, her face flushed crimson.
She slipped off her heels, casting them aside before tying her hair up behind her head.
Slowly she approached you, grasping your exposed flesh with her sharp, slender fingers and began to roll you down the corridor.
You pleaded, you whimpered, and groaned as the world spun around you, your cheeks becoming flush and puffy with juice.
Josie remained unwavering. She was drenched, head to toe in purple juices, her grasp was firm, even when your skin became slick and wet, her nails cutting into you like manicured knives. But worst of all, she never looked you in the eye. She never spoke. In fact...
[[She made no noise at all.|End-03-Final]]</div>