>More chemicals!

You hear the whirring of the gas dispensers start.

"Not this again."

The scientist turns back on his microphone to speak to you, "The drug you are inhaling may cloud your judgement slightly, this is just a side affect."

"And what's the main affect? What am I gonna grow a pair of tits?"

"No that's later. But expect a heavy loss of appetite."

"Wait what do you mean later?"

The scientist ignores you and toggles another switch, activating a sequence of sprinklers in the room. You get doused in whatever liquid it is. It does actually feel nice, just with how hot it is in the room.

"Please stand directly under the sprinkler so the hair serum can work properly." The scientist asks.

You step out of the way to the corner of the room and cross your arms begrudgingly.

"I'm kidding." He says. "The serum has already taken affect."
You feel your hair growing down the side of your face. You can see the brown locks growing in your peripheral vision.

You look in the mirror and your roots have actually gone a platinum blonde, leaving only your tips as the original brown colour. The hair is naturally shiny and has a wave to it. You grab some with your hand and feel it flow through your fingers.

"Ah, you know what I'm realizing subject? You must be quite hungry."

He pressed a series of buttons on his control board. The sprinklers turn off, but the gas stays on. A window opens up next to the door and through it, a plate is pushed.

Now that he's mentioned it, you realize that you are in fact starving.

It's not a shitty lunch tray, but an actual plate. On it is what smells like a freshly cooked stake dinner. Buttery mashed potatoes. Veggies that you can tell have been properly seasoned to not taste like garbage.

You pick up the fork and put a piece of the potatoes to your mouth but stop. There's something wrong. You're starving, but the thought of having to actually eat this food... it's just... you feel like you wouldn't be able to swallow it.

He notices you hesitating, "I promise, there's nothing in the food. We need to keep you fed and healthy, and we also have much more effective ways of getting something into your body."

That's the thing, you're not even skeptical of the food. It looks amazing and you need to eat, but the thought of having to chew that and swallow is just... unappealing.

"What's wrong? Do you not like it? What else could we get you?"
It's actually a really good question he just asked. What do you want to eat? Maybe some potato chips? No...

"Hm. No appetite?" As he says it, he moves a slider on his board, and you hear the whirring of the gas increase.

So that's what it must be. Whatever drug he's giving you, it's killing your appetite. What, are they trying to keep you skinny or something? Artificial diet juice?

You cut off a piece of the steak and put it in your mouth just to spite him. You spend a bit chewing, but after a while there's no more chewing you can do. It just becomes a piece of chewed up steak that's in your mouth, and you can't bring yourself to swallow it.

You give up and spit it back onto the plate. All that time you've just been inhaling more gas and honestly, the smell of the food isn't all that appealing anymore.

"Don't worry about it, I'm just not hungry." You say, going to the water fountain to get a drink.

"Ah I see." The scientist responds. "Well I know something that should work up a hunger."

Cuffs protrude from the wall by the water fountain keeping your arms in place.

The arm comes down from the ceiling once more.