Haha, nope! She's too big too fail!

Another guard struck the wall at high speed, immediately falling ****. Natalie just finished laying a smackdown onto the security team sent to stop her. She giggled with delight as she looked at the eight, groaning guards she'd defeated single-handedly.

"Wow, haha! This seriously kicks ass!" she mused, flexing a mighty bicep. "I've always felt so small and weak, and now I just made you all my bitches!"

Leaving behind her battered and beaten enemies, Natalie continued her leisurely stroll through the facility.

"Jesus fuck." she thought, frustrated.

"Couldn't you people put in a map or something? This place is like a maze. But I guess that would make me the minotaur!" Natalie joked to herself as she glanced at her flaccid member.

While walking through the winding corridors of the building and occasionally thrashing another squad or two, Natalie stumbled onto a room with an interesting sign on it.

"Bioengineering Lab 04?" she read aloud. "This must be where they made those chemicals."

The celebrity still wanted to escape and show the world the new Natalie, but morbid curiosity goaded her into exploring what was beyond this gate. Besides, wandering aimlessly down the halls didn't seem to be helping her much.

The door flew out of its frame as Natalie struck it with a single, well placed kick. Ducking slightly, she entered the strange and unfamiliar space.

Looking around, Natalie saw a lot she didn't quite understand. There were vials of colored solutions against the back wall, some waste sinks, large machinery, fume hoods, and chemical formulas dawn about on the whiteboards. What she did recognize was the desk in the corner with a powered-on laptop.

"Finally, something useful." Natalie said, delighted.

Taking her place by the desk, she found that her hips and butt were much too large for its seat. Sliding the rolling chair to the side, she knelt down on the floor, setting her at a semi-decent height to see the screen.

The device seemed to belong to one of the facility's doctors, as it contained several files pertaining to **** trials, hormone treatments, and hypnotherapy. As interesting as it all sounded, Natalie had priorities.

She tried opening the emails tab, but found it locked by a password. Of course, simply emailing people to help her would've been too easy. The device's location was also blocked, preventing the girl from even figuring out where she'd been taken.

Natalie let out a frustrated groan, only to notice a file labeled "FACILITY LAYOUT."

"Bingo!" she cheered, clicking on the file.

A large, white map blew up onto the computer screen. If she was reading it right, she was on the third floor, titled "ASSET CONTAINMENT." The floor below was referred to as the "FACTORY AREA," with the ground level being "OFFICES AND PROCESSING." By using a staircase past the next few rooms, she might finally be able to break free!

Though her route had at last been uncovered, Natalie couldn't shake a terrible feeling from her mind.

"If the third floor is asset containment, and I just broke out from there, what does that make me? Who else is being held here? And why do they need processing rooms and a factory?"

These were all burning questions that Natalie needed answers to. If she wasn't in a quarantine facility, then where was she?

Upon taking a moment to internalize the compound map, she realized just how close another holding cell was to her current position. Maybe finding another captive would provide more answers.

"One last detour, then I'm out of here."