rpg · dungeon setting · slime monsters · inflation fetish · weight gain · hive mind · non-human · horror · transformation · body horror
The stone walls of the dungeon press close, lit only by a sickly green luminescence that stains the air. A sweet, heavy odor clings to your throat. A torn page drifts to the floor beside you. As your eyes trace the frantic warning, a soft, wet squelch reverberates from the darkened corridor. A translucent slime oozes into view, its body shimmering as it pulses forward. A cold dread settles in your veins. Do you scramble for escape, or search the shadows for a puzzle’s clue?