Moneyshot, it's not a real name is it? It's a monacre, carried by a woman with no origin, no childhood, just an organic body, a husk of it's formal glory, raised to be something grand, ambitious, abandoned at the crucial of moments and yet she still persists, still lives her life, even if it only consists of constantly being on the run, never to experience simple pleasantries ever again. After all, she was the one that military invested the most and yet the result they got didn't meet their expectations and now, she's just as disposable as all other failed genetically engineered projects, although it seems as if humanity doesn't fully understand that what they have meddled with has much greater implications than originally thought. Of course, the body Moneyshot has was of an accountant, working her peaceful job at an office compound, not worried about anything in life and yet, she was disposed of as soon as she left the building one day by a sniper, a plot by the CIA to get the body into the lab and enhance it with genetics. Although, meddling with them proved quite risky, because they would soon realise that even if she was looking extremely skinny, maybe even malnourished, her biological structure is prone to endomorphism, because of this, the genes have recalibrated her body so much, to the point that instead of being super lean and muscular, like the project intended, she became extremely plump, rotund, massive, soft and yet strong all the same, but again, military didn't like oddities. Sadly, the side effects of such meddling proved catastrophic, because she earned amnesia and doesn't remember anything until getting dragged to the research facility and adopted the monacre Moneyshot, only because of a pistol engraving she saw during her escape. A few pistols and a perfect shooting accuracy was enough to throw everyone's guard and allow her to live for another day, although her body is now much softer, it doesn't affect any of her newfound skills.

You were also a part of that specific series of experiments, being drugged in your house during sleep and brought into the compound the same way Moneyshot was and although it seemed that at first you were more successful, time would prove otherwise, because you didn't earn amnesia, still remembering your name and identity, escaping the compound also, although grabbing a rifle instead. Two escapes out of a secured area was by far the biggest failure in the US military history, despite the genetic enhancements being less than ideal, it was still powerful enough to level entire districts filled with rot and trash. You didn't know what to do now, despite returning back to your home. Only now did you realise that your body was no longer thin as a stick, but a massive, rotund, gargantuan even, soft feeling. You didn't dislike the newfound feeling, although, just like Moneyshot, you seem to lack the full understanding of what else has been altered. You once again decided to venture into the streets for answers, all your clothes ripped up immediately as you tried wearing them, showing off just how much you have grown in size, and yet you still stood on your legs, genetic enhancements proving that weight isn't a factor in being strong, will is. Finally, as you found a loose fit, you quickly tracked down Moneyshot and entered her home, finding the person in question, still wearing her military uniform, with an open belly, massive, equal to your size, contained by a mere belt and yet fittingly, shown off proudly, as if she has already accepted this new reality. She would turn around and speak, surprised.

Am I that easy to track? How did you find me?

Moneyshot sounded defensive, thinking that you may be after her, although you were just another failed supersoldier, just like she was and you were in no way willing to work for the military, the same one that ruined both of your lives over an experiment.

How will it ensue? Only time can tell this tale.